The Magic of the Moment
For most it wouldn’t have seem like much
For most, it would be forgotten
The pureness of a simple touch
Something so good, yet rotten
No slipper was lost
No pumpkin carriage made
It was my own fairytale
The memories shall not fade
It wasn’t expected
Nor was it planned
The magic of this moment
Came from God’s hand
The magic of the moment is never really seen
Its there and then its not, crystalline clean!
I’ve felt it and seen it but never could hold it
Why is it fleeting, a flash like a comet
There will be days when there is none
There will be days when its here
It comes and goes bright like the sun
It is often so intense it’s hard to bare
Have you felt it, seen it like me?
If you have then you’ve really been free
What is it? Why is it? No one really knows.
If we did then perhaps we could compose
What would we call it? How would we say?
Here for the moment then gone far away
The magic, the wonder... often hard to see
The magic of the moment, its own reality
The magic of the moment actually does have a name.
Sometimes so close, trapped as in a frame.
I know, do you? Think without strife.
The magic of the moment… it’s life!
