Song of Magic

Lying naked in the leaves

outside the garden wall

I hear strings and horns

in the sound

of the limbs blowing,

the meandering creek

and wind in hollow trees.

Your voice sings the melody

in a minor key

speaking feelings and thoughts

and I long to sing that song

back to you.

But my voice joins in counterpoint

and I smile at myself,

laid bare,

singing sweetly,

unknown in my hidden world.

I will not be seen

or heard

here in my quiet place.

But I will

sing my magic spell,

believe in what is true,

see your naked body

in my mind’s eye

and love you.