The Magic

I read a fable as a child,

and the lore was enticing.

It taught me to clutch reality more tightly,

and I learned my place amongst today.

I smelled the sweetest scent of a rose,

and it's hue was of the deepest red.

I lost myself in the gaze.

I meant not, to steal away it's color...

..yet, I ruined every petal with my gaze.

I heard a songbird sing.

I tried to capture it in my heart,

I yearned for the very essence of it's song.

I meant not, to steal it's voice...

..yet, I yearned to take it home.

Now, I realize.

I've tried to steal away the magic.

By trying to take it home,

one cannot pocket away the rainbow.

It's far better to share a fraction of the magic...

..than it's whole.