The Magic Window

Magic Window

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The light is gone, and nothing’s right,
Another wastrel of a day —
Come join me, and we’ll get away,
And take the magic window into night

For dreams of childhood remain;
Of distant lands and shining seas —
We’ll go and do whate’er we please,
Away from all these cold eyes’ sharp disdain

The world of faith and not of sight
Is beckoning for us to join;
So come, let us some joy purloin,
And take the magic window
Into night

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How It Might Be

And, yes –
I’ve thought how it might be
If we were more
Than you and me

I’ve wondered,
Filled with some unease,
At how far go
Our fantasies

For though
I don’t think overmuch –
A flash of taste,
A hint of touch

There have been
Times, I will admit,
I knew that I must –
Had to – quit.

It’s somewhere close
To misery:
So, yes –
I’ve thought how it
Might be

Sunlight Shines

The sunlight shines on fantasies
That grow like miracles in mind;
An aftertaste – an afterglow –
An afterthought of pleasures mined

As sense goes out as scents come in,
No cents exchanged to be repined —
As bodies turn to liquid fire,
As have, since ever sunlight
Shined