The magic's in the moments
we never want to end.
We closed our eyes
beneath the skies
and watched the moonlight bend.

The magic's in the moments
we feel within our hearts.
I opened mine-
and just in time
to watch a shooting star.

The moments become magic
when everything is right.
The rising sparks
turned into stars
then faded into night.

I start to feel the magic
when you hold me warm and close.
You're fast asleep-
your breathing deep-
our faces nose to nose.

I feel the magic living
as I watch the moon go down.
But the end begins
as the sun ascends
and starts to wake the town.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I know it doesn't sound finished, but I kinda don't think I ever want to. It suits the moment it describes this way.

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