The Magicians' Box

In a world of towers and rock.... The sparks flew The colours had begun Falling from above, in to deepest night From afar, the sparks flew Falling into deepest night.... Unfolding the light On the wind.... The strangest things were heard, from the towers of rock The unfolding cloak The magician spoke... In words... The colour to invoke Down below The colour rippled... Moved so The sparks grew The beauty fell Unfolding the night too The rock began to glow Breaking the night The sparks flew.... Unfolding the light The magic.... Enchanting so Where the sparks fell.... A pool did dwell The colours reflected the light Lit up the rock towers Lit up the night The pool became a stream Everything to touched... Began to gleam... Began to glow... Became alive so... The rock breathed and sighed, the stars seemed brighter The magician smiled softly... A perfect eve... For the magic to weave He cannot live in night... Only moon and stars, enjoy a darkened sky A magician must have light! The darkness to cleave... On a clear nights eve Beauty fell from the tower of rock Sparks flew The living things grew... From the magicians opened lock With a golden key... He took the colours to me Flowing down, from a rock tower I felt the magicians power The power of light over dark.... Held in a magicians box In a world of rock towers, where sparks grew Where sparks fell... From a key that unlocks.... The beauty that will be free The colours , for you and me