In Humans silent interested eyes
Through years of travelling around
I’ve seen a prying question rise
If somewhere There the magic’s found.
Primarily, could you describe for me
What you define the magic as an object.
It is a topic I cannot reveal for free
Not knowing what you do expect to hear.
What did you say? Stop, please, just stop.
Do not confuse these written concepts.
It makes me laugh from toes to top
When you draw dragons from on sets.
So, you believe that giant dreadful creatures
And boy who speaks Latin and Parseltongue
Are true manifestation of the magic features
That in realms from films and books were sung.
I am not sure what I should start with in my story
So that not to make you sad or disappointed.
Because the Magic as I saw and see it here and there
With the opinion of you is ridiculously disjointed.
First of all, I want you to accept the fact
Not everyone around you is a dedicated fan
Of myths and legends by the writers backed
In order to inspire thirsty souls of men.
My point of view is sort of odd but plain.
It’s not about what I do believe in.
It is an overwhelming picture and I am fain
To share with you the secret hidden.
No, wait, I’m wrong in calling it a secret.
You’ve known it for ages in your dimension.
In fact, you’re able to observe it often albeit
You do not always pay to it enough attention.
Still cannot get what I am talking now about?
Just give yourself another moment to calm down.
You’ll realize that Magic’s not inside but out
Existing underneath, above, close by, around.
It’s neither creature nor an object.
It’s not about casting spells.
It lives much closer you’d expect
By looking for the common sense.
It’s hidden deep inside the rain and rainbow.
It often hides behind the Sun and Moon.
It runs away from Humans eyes in river’s flow
It’s hovering above you like Universe’s croon.
It dwells in the crowns of ancient trees
In the deepest vents of volcanoes.
It travels through the worlds at ease
Occasionally sleeping under winter freeze.
It lives around you unnoticed
It lives in you, has always lived.
It waits for you to be focused
On world inside you so naive.
The Magic isn’t something certain.
You cannot touch it, catch or use.
It’s hidden right behind Nature’s curtain
It can be felt like insight or the muse.
The real Magic common for the Universe
Is nothing less than Nature at its core.
Its startling forms are vivid, shining and diverse
And somehow common for my home and yours.
Anastasia Kis