And so we have arrived again at the poetry part of the evening
(perhaps we have arrived here separately)
Regardless, we are here, and here I am able to say that
being here
with you
this evening
I feel the touch of magic.
And I know this touch from other evenings
I know it because you have taught it to me
on other evenings
when at length we reached this part of the evening
or morning
or whenever
when at length we arrived upon magic together,
and you and the magic became part of me
and you and me and the magic arrived
and forever I will know magic when I feel it,
because I know you.
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That is so romantically beautiful, Carleas. I read it four times and each time it gave me the chills.
Whether or not those two ever part ways or not, there is a spiritual (non-religious) bond which will never be broken, a bond which will linger on within every pore of their experiences and memories - a sensuous kind of love and gratitude which will never fail them.
I do not know if the poetry part was meant metaphorically or not but either way works.
Chills.
You know what the two of them do later on? They take a slow walk in the rain together, never speaking – but simply listening to every sound and being so aware of each other’s existence –
that is more than enough – that is everything!
Thank you Arcturus.
The poem was inspired by the literal “poetry part of the evening”. I didn’t have anyone specific in mind, or rather, I had many specific people in mind: friends, family, lovers. I was remembering the winding down of parties, debriefings with friends after a night out, and the quiet of a date just after you set down your forks. The connected and contented feeling sometimes overwhelms me, and I’m compelled to say the true, important, beautiful things that usually go without saying.
This poem is somewhere between a toast and a declaration of love, to all the people who taught me what love is.