Magic

I was online recently; browsing articles on Wikipedia when I stumbled across the page for magic and could help but stop
See, I noticed that somewhere between the factual account of magic used in Pagan rituals and the in depth analysis of psychosis in magic users, that we kind of lost the point

Science and society would have you believe that beyond games of D&D and the parlor tricks performed at your nephew's birthday parties, magic isn't real
That all the connectivity we once had with nature has withered off to some unseen corner to die like that raccoon you hit driving home a week ago
Well I got news for you

When they said that magic has faded from this world, they lied
I've found it, still lying between the hours of the sun and moon
Clinging to dawn and dusk like shadow
Bouncing between every star and comet in the sky

It lives within every breath of a new born child
Sticks to their first words like it was stitched
Shimmers inside the eyes of every pair of lovers
Waits - on the pages of your kids favorite storybook and the notes you sing to them at night

Magic is still here, still all around us
It may not come in rituals or hard to say spells but it still exists in words we hear every day
Like I love you
I miss you
I'm sorry
..Darling

Magic is change
The skip jump between moment A and moment B that was so strange or amazing as to be unexplainable
It isn't always awe inspiring or inappropriate
It's the subtle quality that can't be explained in terms of size, volume, or intensity
The part that science can't quite touch

It's the cheesy airport scene in every romance movie that never fails to make you cry
The feeling you get from waking up during a thunderstorm midmorning
The staccato beat of your heart when you tried to put your arm around your date for the first time, as a loosely disguised yawn
It's last goodbyes and funeral flowers
Cheap laughs and comfort food
The trophy still sitting on your dresser and the applause at the end of your poem

And if that sounds ridiculous, I invite you to prove me wrong
To come sit with me and watch as twilight crests horizon, setting it on fire with its passage
We can sit on rooftops; look as the stars bleed from the sky, extinguished by the dew drops that cling to every inch
I will show you magic
The kind that humbles hearts and minds quiet for fear of being noticed and swallowed up like sun and stars
Let you feel it between every syllable and every pause for air
And you will come to know it as I have

You will learn it the way children learn imagination
By letting all the facts you've spent years building up to explain away the world collapse around you like demolition
By letting the moment sweep you up and away into cloud cover and beyond
By letting magic swallow you whole

See, there are still things in this world worth not trying to explain
Bits and pieces that deserve to be set aside and watched in wonder
Things we hold no sway over beyond the ability to cause them
Things so intrinsic to life we couldn't live without them

And maybe that sounds ridiculous
But whoever said that magic had to make sense?