- Rick Blum
Magic Moment
Magic Moment
She was decoupling from a fling gone stale
suffering doubts intermingled with pain
I was a transplant trying to inhale
this strange city’s cacophonous refrain
Our paths crossed in confabs rife with androids
brightened by only her curlicued smile
which shot an invisible dart cross the void
and reeled me in to her world so beguiled
We parried and pranced in faux courtship dance
‘til bonds that shackled her finally broke
which freed us to spin a web of romance
that had no need for love sighs to be spoke
But bliss is a fragile lair I soon learned
she fled my embrace for flames she once spurned
—Rick Blum