colors with no names

She asked me how

I practiced magic

so I told her that I saw it

that morning while she slept

watching the rise and fall of her chest

that the real magic was seeing the

miraculous in the most mundane

hearing that music in the silence

feeling all the wildness in the stillness

in the gray of the early morning

seeing her in all of the colors with no names.

– spiritwolf

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