What is magic?
What is the most magic?
Magic itself
Surely
It doesn´t have to be explained
A separated space of time
A weekend
A birthday
A travel
Beautifully
Dedicated
Planned
Expected magic.
But
For this machine I am
There is yet another magic
Just as huge
Or even bigger
Amid the chaos
The daily lives
Hardship, sweat, imperfections
Two warm hands meet
Sparkling eyes embrace each other
It may be just a few minutes
Just a few hours
But it's our refuge
I find my sunshine spider
She finds her quirky machine
Our escape
Our island
Our world
And in there
We get to love
We get to be
And it's formidable to feel it
The constrast
It dwarfens any difficulties of existence
A clear, palpitable sign
Reminder
Gift
That hardship
Patience
Sweat
Life
With a purpose
Filled
Bright
Is worth living
And there will always be strength
In the few
Rare
Precious place
Where love exists.