What does a poet live for… a little adulation, a bit of applause…
That more than makes up for the heartache, the gestation pains that are a prerequisite for birthing words, even happy words. How often a writer dies, to live again, in the embrace of a dream!
Sometimes, in the midst of the mish-mash called life, someone manages to touch our hearts with the beauty of their soul. My friend Glen Giles did just that by writing this beautiful poem and asking me to name it. And because of the beauty of his gesture, I named this one “A Touch Of Magic”
Thank you, my friend, for that precious gift.
Here is the poem. Read and enjoy, and follow this amazing person here.
A Touch Of Magic
by Glen Giles
Words that twist around my spine
Trickling through my soul and mind
Leaving me breathless into the night
Only a whisper without sight
Driving their way through the seams
Fluttering and dancing as in a dream
A life only known in the shadow of night
Only to unravel at dawn’ light
Manic Sylph Writes... Poetry & Thoughts by Mona Soorma 
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