Captured

(where magic rests)

In silence,

the whispers from your eyes

find me,

and, where magic lies,

tell me.

The spell is cast again.

So softness fills the air

and gathers every star.

To bring their brightness

beautifully surrounding

this, our space.

An island lost within

the ocean’s unrest

and time’s arrow slows,

giving precious moments.

And this heart’s lens

captures every one –

savoured, in sharp focus.

In wonder,

those radiant emerald eyes

catch me

here, where magic rests,

hold me.

© Andrew Williams

6 May 2011