The Source of Your Magic

Your presence is like a thin fabric That I wear here and now with comfort Unveiled through each breath I take My eyesight like a pair of scissors, Slices through with each blink you mirror An ordinary day becomes a day in the life Through the ripples of your touch I drop into your devotion Your tide carries me beyond sensation With words in affectionate thought I connect to your illusive soul To the unknown source of your magic A single breath away.. Our irrational fears desensitised Subtly, you help me face the long years Our heartbeats synchronised I retire never having learnt your secret And we disappear harmoniously into the past 26-12-2015 Thabang J. Ngoma