Magic Man Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

In the early hours of eve
As his lips lay kisses upon the night
While he 'tis dancing with me
The Moon and the Stars take flight

A mighty caress of thunder's tear drops
Begin to cascade from clouds so high
There is this voice that whispers
Yet so deep it fills the sky

'Tis a sacred moment this
When the Magic Man* raises his head
All visions of power and wonder
Are taken in by the master and fed

Through the rhapsody of sheer longing
Veiled in visions that hold whats true
Your voice and magnetic eyes do claim me
My entire soul and life they belong to you

Through the dark of night to the sunshine
And rain of the days
You will always be my knight in shining armor
Because of your most loving ways