A Magic Night

David Lanier
It was just one of those nights,
every log fit perfectly on the fire.
The moon was still waxing,
just about a turn from full,
so that we were all crazy with its light,
but still building.
The surface of the water
held up a perfect mirror.
There were rooftop stories,
there were songs in the alley.
The cherry tree finally blossomed.
The attic was empty,
but the bowl never was.
It was one of those nights,
a reminder that things are unbroken.
A night of four elements,
it was one for the witches,
a loaded night.
I wouldn't have guessed,
waking up to the sun,
that it would be the night
that left us shining.
That those songs would continue.
That what was released with
a breath and a word,
would continue outward
and up to the sky,
where the clouds are now pooling,
and the moon is now waning.
But that night, still unbroken,
took all its juice on the wind,
and the wind,
always comes back again.

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Born and raised in Salt Lake City, Utah. Grew up working in the family business. Worked at the Grand Canyon in'93, and fell in love with the power of nature. Spent some time in the Army. Married for a few ye...  View profile

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  • Charlotte Kuchinsky5/26/2010

    I love your poetry.

  • Cyn Bagley5/24/2010

    reminds me of those summer nights after the desert heat cooled and we sang around a fire

  • Walton S. Tissot5/22/2010

    cool; great poem

  • Shelly Barclay5/22/2010

    Good work.

  • Peter Flom5/22/2010

    Wonderful poem!

  • Faye Fairley5/22/2010

    David, the poem is brilliant, but the picture is so breathtaking, I kept looking back at it. thanks

  • Tony Payne5/22/2010

    That's wonderful, brings to mind wonderful mental imagery.

  • Sue Gibson5/22/2010

    A fitting picture for this piece.

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