There is magic in her life lesson
Magic, wise souls say
In winters, is the warmth of the rare sunny ray
When the soul vibes exhilaration
Moments to treasure and summon celebration
In Memoirs of a Geisha, a prose defines water and the wood
To the blind and mute, the world of dots and the flowing brook
Of the mind and the muse, creation so embryonic and sublime
Puzzles the genius and fine men from back in time
In words like Farr-i-izadi
Faith, light and credulity
Childhood tales, love bundled in a mother’s embrace
Whatever happened to Lil Miss Muffet, the nursery rhyme you want to trace
In companionship new, you find constant solace
Experience intervention-worthy divine grace
The snow flakes that dance in the wind before they outline
Winter wonderland, stir up a fairy world that shines
Life and more, they tell me what’s true
That he who doesn’t believe in magic, will never see it brew.
