The Memories You Leave Are The Magic You Weave

I knew he was magic from the moment we met.

In a pine grove 

he taught me about the strength

of structure and of spirit,

and after he'd proven his power,

he told me he wanted hear what I was singing

as we swam in the sea of life. 

I style myself a skeptic beholden to science,

but he gave me permission to believe

in a world beyond what we perceive -

and he served as a guide with a steady hand

that held a cup of tea for all seekers

who reached the center of the labyrinth. 

He was a herald of knights and nobles

who with his words wove a web

that protected our people from peril.

"This is big magic," he told me,

"I'm doing everything I can to hold this together,"

and I believe him.

His spells still stand strong even now,

and they will endure on as long

as his words linger on the lips

of those who loved him;

as long as we name him;

as long as we know him.

When he spoke of magic, I think that is what he meant.

Dedicated to Dr. Bill Ernoehazy.