Is it me ?
or is it the magic of you being with me
I rest my case at our threshold
here
I test waters with both my feet immersed
if I swim across my ocean
I regain youth and die unseen
if I drown I get to see the bottom of our sea
entangled in weeds
immersed in salt crystallized from our dry tears
I rest my case at the altar of we
or is it just the magic of you with me?
I rush towards gray evening
while holding dear to a single thoughtless carefree morning
I check every corner with a sigh of wish full glee
till I drop dead and still look around for a single sign of thee
is it really one big portion of me?
or is it simply the charismatic magic of you being with me.
