To Make Magic of This Mess

To make magic of this mess

Or a mole hill from a mountain

Or less

Of course the mess is me

And I am no magician

Not even sure if I believe

There's a difference

From a disappearance

And becoming invisible

Between magic

And a miracle

One is a trick

The other is inexplicable

We, My Darling

Are Miraculous

Inevitable

And NOTHING LESS

How childish am I

To have closed my eyes tight

When it's in the mind's eye

One needs not to have sight

You cannot eliminate love

Like an emotional

Vanishing act

It's a combination of

Not one thing at all

It's Fantasy/Fact

We are

Magic and Miracle

Swirled

Of and Out

Of this world

Phenomenal

Yet Plausible

And

.....Absolutely

.............Impossible

Head tossed back

That "fact"

Laughed at

One Glance

Now

In me

The Need

To Confess, In the Magic of This Mess

I Believe