It started as a sparkle,
that at its sight I would startle.
That was when as a child,
my second sight still undefiled.
And at magic I would delight,
before the world dimmed the sight.
Before adulthood had its way,
and took the magic away.
As I have slowly matured,
my world now more secured.
I can see the sparkle again,
if only now and then.
And with it comes promise,
and also a strange solace.
So as life begins its twilight,
I make magic my highlight.
Because it was fear you see,
that took my magic from me.
But with less life ahead,
the fears run from my head.
I have found fear in the end,
was never going to be my friend.
Frank said it is the little death,
the thing that loves to steal my breath.
The answers were here all along,
but life made it seem all wrong.
No longer afraid of the dark,
my mind again makes that spark.
So the high road I will take,
and my mind will be wide awake.
Because to never again see the magic,
now that would be truly tragic.