Magic II
October 28th 2007 02:39
Love is a form of magic. The first meeting, the first fleeting touch, the first kiss. These all are magical moments. But being in love can lead to other magic in the natural world.
There was a girl. I met her at the beach. Love is such an easy thing to fall into at seventeen. It’s the magic, you see. We had good times together.
At one point she invited me to spend a weekend in the snow. This was as a part of a church group she belonged to. Ah, the magic of young love. Of course I said yes. Well, you would, wouldn’t you. A weekend in the mountains, alone with the girl you love. Well, her and a dozen other people, her parents included.
Still, the possibilities are endless. At least the hope of endless possibilities is there. Alright, alright, I had no hope of being alone with her. But the magic is that when I looked into her eyes, we were alone.
But all this is just an aside to the real point, the real magic.
There was a carload of us, packed like sardines, which is a great way to travel when the sardine next to you is the girl you love.
It was raining as we climbed towards the pass that would take us to the cabin above the snow line. The rain turned to cloud, then we broke through the cloud. Ahead of us, in air so clear it sparkled, was a rainbow.
Not the type of rainbow you get just anywhere. This was the type that lovers get, right there in front of you, the type with the pot of gold at the end.
Lovers deserve, rightly or wrongly, the magic that goes with being in love. But then, there are the little bonuses that happen independent of the rest of the world.
There it was, the rainbow, right in front of us. The magic was there too. We drove through the rainbow. The fleeting colours. We were in the rainbow, then it was gone. An instant of magic that lasts a lifetime.
The magic, ah yes, the magic, that stayed in my heart. And as magic is real and there really is a land over the rainbow, I now live in OZ.
And the girl? Well, she is still there although her name has faded into the mists of time. She is still part of the magic in my life.
Dreams mp3
There was a girl. I met her at the beach. Love is such an easy thing to fall into at seventeen. It’s the magic, you see. We had good times together.
At one point she invited me to spend a weekend in the snow. This was as a part of a church group she belonged to. Ah, the magic of young love. Of course I said yes. Well, you would, wouldn’t you. A weekend in the mountains, alone with the girl you love. Well, her and a dozen other people, her parents included.
Still, the possibilities are endless. At least the hope of endless possibilities is there. Alright, alright, I had no hope of being alone with her. But the magic is that when I looked into her eyes, we were alone.
But all this is just an aside to the real point, the real magic.
There was a carload of us, packed like sardines, which is a great way to travel when the sardine next to you is the girl you love.
It was raining as we climbed towards the pass that would take us to the cabin above the snow line. The rain turned to cloud, then we broke through the cloud. Ahead of us, in air so clear it sparkled, was a rainbow.
Not the type of rainbow you get just anywhere. This was the type that lovers get, right there in front of you, the type with the pot of gold at the end.
Lovers deserve, rightly or wrongly, the magic that goes with being in love. But then, there are the little bonuses that happen independent of the rest of the world.
There it was, the rainbow, right in front of us. The magic was there too. We drove through the rainbow. The fleeting colours. We were in the rainbow, then it was gone. An instant of magic that lasts a lifetime.
The magic, ah yes, the magic, that stayed in my heart. And as magic is real and there really is a land over the rainbow, I now live in OZ.
And the girl? Well, she is still there although her name has faded into the mists of time. She is still part of the magic in my life.
Dreams mp3
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Comment by Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
I believe in magic too... and you have shown some of the best kinds.
I love the photo on your blog title.
Ash
Comment by Bullamakanka
Hughie's Ziff
Bagman's Gazette
The pic is from a CD from;
http://tallulahs.com/
The CD is called "Everyday People"