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
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