Magic in the Mourning

In the morning there was magic.
Worlds unfolding, secrets shared.
There were songs strange and haunting,
Yet familiar, in the air.

Each day with you was an adventure…
Places we visited, people we saw.
Each conversation stirred me,
And to this day I remember them all.

We’ve traversed a million paths.
Some enlightened.  Some led astray.
And now we stand at the end of them all
Facing our separate ways.

And it’s dawning on me
I’ve been down on my knees
But I hardly remember the fall.

So slowly it happened
So cunning its grip.
Now we’re left in the wake of it all.

My world is shaken,
Its gravity gone.
But I’m doing my best to keep steady.

I’m searching the night
For some glimpse of that magic.
I am screaming.  I am ready.

I want to feel its light again.
I’m shut out in this colorless tragic.
I’m lost and staring into that chasm.
I am mourning for the magic.

My tears may slowly fill it up.
The night may turn to day.
And with all that I am pondering
I don’t know what to say.

Is it locked inside you?
Is it hidden in me?
There is a mantra
My lips are forming:

With each new breath
I can only hope
There is magic
In the mourning.