The wind picked up his feathers

and ruffled them softly.

It was so soothing to watch.

My hair danced

he turned to look at me.

With humble hearts

we both felt the night magic.

The day was slipping into darkness.


We were waiting

in the mile between us.

If only I could fly.

The spark extinguished

and slowly faded

into the mystic.

copyright Es-tee Miller

“Farewell,” they cried, “Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!” That is the polite thing to say among eagles”…. J.R.R. Tolkien

About redcontroversy

I know I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ soul is definitely alive.
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2 Responses to NIGHT MAGIC

  1. Donna Sheppard says:

    I look forward to your posts. They’re thoughtful, insightful and poetically uplifting.

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