I long believed in magic
Illusion
Roses appearing at an opportune moment
Trinkets pulled from a black silk hat
Never questioning the perfected timing
Amazed at the skilled performance
Captvating the senses
While smoke and mirrors were handsomely disguised
like many, I fell for his Houdini charms
The switcheroo between disappearing and reappearing
Soliciting applause and appreciation
All to the cheer of the curious crowd
Including me
Smitten by his slight of hand
Helping himself to the hidden hallways
Of my heart
He knew I believe in magic
Starry eyes full of expression
A hocus pocus smile that shined with abracadabra acceptance
And a waving wand to grant his every wish
He shuffled my emotions
Like a well marked stack of cards
To bury the Queen of Hearts
While stashing a secret Ace up his sleeve
He pulled rabbits, from nowhere
Wiggled himself from self imposed chains
And told me my fortune, while wearing a blindfold
Promised he'd share all the knowledge, the secrets
The tricks to making it all appear real
I never imagined he would saw me in two...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. We all are blind folded charmed by the power of skilled hands. These hands are every where! Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.