The Child of His Heart
Hidden under keys and locks
Heirloom of the wise magician
Tucked inside a music box
Lives the master's intuition
Symphony of whites and grays
Beautiful, his brilliance gleams
Satin sheets blanket ancient days
Exists the mage's field of dreams
Waves of superb perfection
Dances by music's direction
Atop a mirror's shiny section
Shows the old man's young reflection
Evidence of innocence
Remnants of youth rise before
Spirits in the fires of incense
Soul essence he cannot ignore
Beneath rippled veins of time
Algebraic values vanish
Age is nothing but a crime
Weathered wizards wish to banish
No spell can hinder numbers
Seasoned witches are useless, too
For a clock never slumbers
With or without special brews
Hands of a watch will not stop
Rhythm of dawn to dusk won't change
Rain continues to issue the drops
Of humanity's short living range
Life is a burning candle
Standing tall by other tapers
Starting strong without a handle
Blazing through Earth's crazy capers
Reaches the height of its prime
Diminishing throughout the years
Affected by time's murky rhyme
Reducing elderly to tears
But not this magic maker
This man with charming grace
Challenging the wind waker
Smiling through eyes on his face
Lantern in his hand he walks
O'er frozen tundra to find
A legendary item that talks
Sweetly to give him peace of mind
Cold shivers run up his back
Chills overcome his withered
frame
Blizzards turn from white to black
Internal heat is not the same
Why he can no longer glide
On feet he cannot feel
Is a mystery defied
By sorcery that will not heal
Plummeting to ground below
Frosty columns break his fall
Disrupts his fate's nomadic flow
Colliding with an unclear wall
Shaking in his lengthy robes
Pulling knees up to his chest
Journeyed clear across the globe
Resigned to an isolated rest
Ready to close weary eyes
Licking lips which had once sung
Off in the distance echoes cries
Emotions from a spring that sprung
Into flowers by his side
Roses and wine of children past
Petals in the breeze, his bride
Memories flying by so fast
Sunlight streaming as his aura
Guides him to a cherished thing
Among the flora and all fauna
Sitting where birds come to sing
Tiny treasure in his hands
Stroking its ivory cover
Brushing off the soil's sands
Reveals carvings of his lover
Glancing over silent script
Eager fingers open the lid
Sleeping in the little crypt
Twin romantic symbols hid
Gold rings that are wedding bands
Twined within Egyptian Musk and Myrrh
Blossoms love in distant lands
That completes their overture
Feathers from the heavens slide
Around his reminiscing soul
And from the skies on fair clouds rise
The one that makes his spirit whole
Angel of his hopes and vows
Repairs their sanctuary shattered
Fairytale romance allows
Both remembering what mattered
By the glow of faeries there
Scent of wild flowers in the air
Caressing one another's hair
Two of a kind, a striking pair
First kiss of his afterlife
Growing fine wings of his own
Best friend, soul mate of his life
Seeds of fondness they have sewn
His life's flame has been snuffed out
From the world he did depart
Wick of his votive lost the bout
Finding the child of his heart