It's nothing magic
Just spilling poems
Into the dark
Hoping some quiet pool
Will catch the tired spark
And make diamonds dance
Before the ripples
Hold their breath
And silently slip
Beneath the waves
It's nothing magic
Only words on a page
A screen ablaze
To the reflections
That lit your brain
Up so long ago
That even memory is wearied
Slumped in a heap
Of cast off dreams
Nothing magic
Maybe I'm alone
When I hear it sing.