Whispers Of Magic

Whispers Of Magic

In the stillness before dawn’s gentle glow,

When the world is asleep, and stars still show,

A whisper of wind through the old, wise trees,

**Carries the secrets of ageless seas.

Here, in this pause, before the day’s sway,**

A magical moment begins to play.

A child’s laugh, a fleeting breeze,

A spark in the air that none else sees.

The dance of a butterfly’s quiet flight,

A rainbow appearing after the long night.

These moments, brief as a heartbeat’s sound,

**Hold all the world in their peaceful surround.

A mother’s embrace at the break of day,**

The warmth of love that words can’t quite write.

A hand in yours, soft and strong,

A silent promise to belong.

These are the sparks that life ignites,

Flickers of joy in shadowed nights.

In the golden hour when the sky turns flame,

And the earth itself seems to speak your name,

The ocean hums with ancient tune,

**As the sun kisses farewell to the moon.

These moments glimmer like dreams made of stars,**

Woven into life’s most tender memoirs.

For magic isn’t found in the loud or grand,

But in the quiet, the soft, the hand-in-hand.

A fleeting glance, a sigh, a smile,

That lingers with you for a little while.

In the spaces between what’s known and planned,

Magical moments beckon us to stand.

So cherish those sparks, those sacred lights,

That guide us through life’s deepest nights.

Like stardust drifting through the air, These moments linger, bright and rare. The world holds its breath, time stands still, A quiet magic bends to our will. For in each fleeting, whispered goodbye, Lives the timeless wonder that will never die.