Musing Magician - For Meritxell Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

I hesitate to bestow
on you what is dark
as joy, a moving glow
across the sky: lark

of light bright
as the burnished coin of the sun
spun through the air till out of sight
over the horizon

a coin I could magically retrieve
from behind your ear:
briefly, joyfully making you believe
in what you never thought to see or hear:

because there will come a time, I fear,
when driven you will turn to me and say:
How was it that you took my artlessness away?