There is a magic hour
That comes once everyday
When the light dances
Like a pixie playing tricks
When old secrets are known
And new ones born.
When dreams are weaved
For nights spent slumbering alone.
When little children curl
Into their parents arms,
And the love light sparks
As two pairs of eyes meet.
This crazy magic hour
That wraps us in its song
Like a midsummer night's dream
all year long.
Like a snapshot of a happy time
That makes us forget the bad.
This enchanting, elusive, perfect magic hour.
No comments:
Post a Comment