Magic (Untitled)

Oh my love
My cherished one
Come nigh
Come tell me where your pity lies
That you should leave me thus to sigh
Wherein lies sadness?
In the soul
Where lies true peace?
I am your piece
All magic makes us whole.

Magic indeed
’Tis but a word
For mysteries we can’t explain
Dear God make it more plain
Reduce me from this dreadful pain!

by Lorna Bain — December 29th, 1985