Is Magical Synonymous for Fleeting.

Sighs and sharp intakes

Of breaths you will never hear,

Windy City blues. 

One for the Books

I announced my arrival as I entered this life, 

A lavender door contrasted by iron streaked bricks. 
A dancer in mime's clothing, over time I learned
to raise my hand, my voice, and the spirits of those around me. 

As an artist might draw upon that sleeping dog on the porch, 
Or a musician on the unbridled joy captured in a child's twirl, 
I revel in the world I find myself perpetually lost in. 

But when it comes time for me to bid farewell,
May I leave as a soft sigh etched into 
the barren trees and the coursing river and the song of a robin,
quietly observing the passage of time.