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.
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