| Strange Magic Unexpected light in my own dark hours, hope appears and I feel ashamed That I could have ever felt beaten by my own blue flame. Months or years, feeling nothing but fatigue in the fourteenth round Left me stone footed but on my feet, resigned to battle without much else. Who can say when fates change? Who can say what’s really real? I should be trimming a shrub right now but it will have to wait. Whispering eyes bring unimaginable truths Believe again in art and what is sacred You are what I hoped I would be. Silent conversations, dreams kiss a common smile, Molecules are not as random as I once believed. Every minute is a gift with no occasion Mixing love and death and hope and pain Blowing clouds at a shared sensation While others crash a private domain. Everything will be all right. Nothing is lost on me. I’ve seen everything disappear and come again So many times now, I can’t even be amazed. I’ve been on my knees with nothing to pray to, But that was way back when. With JD on the mountain, Jack just outside Babylon. Twins speak through hero’s voices while everything comes undone. Bob and Ani’s minstrel shows only true reality, While old Kurt, bumming a smoke, puts it out for us to see. It’s a strange magic. That’s all I can say. We’re crushing eons into a single day. It’s a strange magic, Never knowing what the future brings. It’s a strange magic And nothing’s ever finished until the fat lady sings. - Neil Hauser, 2003 |