Magician of Soul

agniecha

Each of your words i engraved in gold.
I prayed to you as if you were my god.
My teacher, my reason, my faith and my love
You looked in my eyes and saw..
Magicians Hat was full of stories,
each gesture - a flower, falling down to my feet.
The Magic stick took me up to a heaven
Where Adam and Eve eat...

Magician of Soul,
where are your powers?
Magicians Hat; your magic stick?
Look in my eyes and see,
See.. please

You didn't promise, yet it was spoken
You created that language, and you have forgotten.
Maybe you lost your great sense of sight,
Was the stage brightend by to many lights?
Magical rules, magical romans
To look, to touch, to never forget,
have time, respect, desire and trust
Or am I just crazy collector of past?

Magician of Soul,
where are your powers?
Magicians Hat; your magic stick?
Look in my eyes and see,
See.. please

chadwick

that pritty dang decent.
this magician and yourself are the same person.
that's quite interesting isn't it?

lalalalaaaaaaaa

This is pretty brilliant imo, the second verse especially. How long have you been writing?

"To look, to touch, to never forget,
have time, respect, desire and trust"

These actions and qualities could be interpreted as the foundation of humanity when you think about it...great line. Really, the whole piece is great. Longing is such a hard thing to write about effectively.

Thanks for posting it.

agniecha

thanks, i dont write too much,
this one i wrote when i realized how old i have become. when i realized that my passion and desire for Life, Love, Beauty, Goodness, God- slowly day by day was pushed away by everyday life. i pushed it away. and felt old.