The Girl Who Taught Me Magic
By
Jude Kyrie

As a small boy
I did not believe in magic.
Then I found out
without it life is dull and tragic.

I met a strange girl
with faraway eyes
She listened to flowers
and could hear their sighs

Her voice was like
a chiming bell.
She would sing loudly
over meadow and dell

She whispered
secrets to the hill
And understood
a starling shrill.

She taught me to speak
with the babbling brook
To know any bird
by just one look.

To breathe the magic
perfumed flowers.
She could ease my mind
for hours and hours.

She taught me
never to be alone.
To find smooth pebbles
and befriend a stone.

How to bathe
in a storms rainbow
and make angels
in the snow.

She laughed at the
wildest thunderstorms.
That crashed and banged
on hot summer morns.

How to dance
instead of walk.
And to stop with the
animals for a  talk.

Then when all her
magic secrets I knew
She fluttered her wings,
and to another boy flew

Now I know magic
is not a trick
It is the natural wonder
of real magic

Even now
she will drop on by.
Sliding down a
rainbow in the sky.

When she sends
a snowflake
to kiss my face.
I know she is back
with her magic grace.