Have you ever met someone in an instant undefined?
Like one of those ink-blot tests where you say what comes to mind?
We were both casualties, tattooed histories.
We were like amputees, battlefield refugees.
We listened to songs of death at the door—
veteran voices, without metaphor.
A little night magic began and ended with you.
I’ve heard or read it somewhere—
what you manifest is before you.
Is it in you? Is it in me?
Is it Infinite Possibility?
In a gallery that love-kissed day,
David watches Bathsheba bathe.
What the two of us couldn’t say, hearts paraphrased.
Ceilings of glass, light and a canvas of nudes—
I wanted to hold you, step into the painting with you.
A little night magic began and ended with you . . .
Thieving hours like fireflies,
insect tangos in my hand—
I saw that same light in your eyes
reflect back into mine . . .
Ceilings of glass, light and a canvas of nudes—
I wanted to hold you, step into the painting with you.
A little night magic began and ended with you . . .
A little night magic began and ended with you . . .
I called out to you under April skies , , ,
You answered back my name on wings of dragonflies.
Music by Tom Kozlowski. Lyrics by Tom Kozlowski and Roy Bentley.
Copyright © 2014 by Tom Kozlowski and Roy Bentley. All rights reserved.

