OLD SCHOOL MAGIC

for Matt ,with love and friendship

North, South, East and West! Let no runner have his rest!
I call ye knights of earth and fire!
I call ye gods of sea and sky!
Prepare the ground for magic high
And while he’s sleeping, guard him nigh.
And gentle hands relieve his heart -
Untie the binding grief hath brought.
Let him know that she is near -
Her love enfold him – ease his fear.
Now strike while I have lit this flame! Take sorrow back from whence it came!
Let this light be: Imagination, sunlight, starlight
A shimmering chandelier,
A Ducati, Italian leather boots,
A Valentino suit and the streets of Rome to ride on,
An abandoned theatre (up to code,)
An infinite ink well and boundless prose,
Paint, canvas and brushes,
Fireworks and electricity,
A long lost treasure from beneath the sea,
A summer home in the Hamptons,
A ticket around the world,
A motor boat, a jet ski, a gondola,
A VIP poker game in Monte Carlo,
Fresh flowers delivered every day,
The vegetable garden of his dreams,
A hot air balloon,
No calorie desserts,
A tavern filled with tacos, whiskey, wine and poetry,
A cloak of invisibility,
His own private concert series,
A Tony, Oscar, a smattering of Emmys,
A time machine with tinted windows,
A private ATM,
An office in the Eiffel Tower in spring,
A magic sword,
A very soft bed,
His lover’s hand and heart,
Their health,
And, The Book of Answers.
May the tiniest moments of his delight catch fire -
Set forth a roving rampant blaze of joy and laughter!
And by this light, go now, take flight!
Words become light everlasting!