One Moment of Magic
Baby stars hang in garlands above our heads,
Smudges of rainbow amongst the fir boughs
That twinkle in dozy merriment.
Like the passersby in the icy streets,
They are oblivious to all but their own mirth.
But we, we two,
Beneath this scented tree,
Cloying pine spliced with
Cinnamon sticks dancing with candy canes,
Swathes of burnt sugar vapours
From toasted marshmallows,
And the fragrance of each other's skin
Is our delight.
A day of wonder and laughter
Has seen us slide into this shining night.
A walk in the ice-bound woods,
With silver flashes from the cameras,
A hot drink in the little cafe,
A slide on the pond
And bruised bottoms on the tumble,
This night is beauty to our tired, joyful bones.
Peace beneath this tree,
Light in each other's eyes,
Love upon our lips
As we kiss
And savour the taste of
Magic floating on our breath.
Flurries of snow race up and down the streets,
Searching for hollows to drift in.
The heavy clouds are lost in the darkness,
But they will bequeath their burden
Throughout this night.
The blackened world bemoans
The saviour it once called for,
In this tiny space,
This single breath of joy,
We are two and one,
Blazing starbursts of wonder
That fill our little sky with light.
And all our sharing of what this
Night means for us,
And what we wish it meant,
And what we hope it can be,
Is wondrously manifest in the
Gentle brush of lips on lips,
All that exists in this soft, gracious kiss
Is this single moment of magic
That is each other.