Magic

If I were magic,

I’d take you to a field of stars,

strip off all of my clothes,

and dance naked for you.

(I think you’d like that.)

You would look at me with that crooked smile,

(the one that means you don’t necessarily understand

why I am dancing naked in a field,)

before you join me.

The sweat of our love would turn the grass into silk,

and butterflies would land on your shoulder blades

to watch the fireflies wink.

For Tayleigh Ann

Sweet little girl,

tell the Moon, “Goodnight,”

as it shines just for you

while your mom holds you tight.

Say goodnight to the air,

it’ll rock you to sleep

in the boughs of the branches

whose secrets you’ll keep.

Say goodnight to the stars

they are falling for you

brightly dancing a dance

to make dreams come true.

My sweet little girl,

tell the world, “Goodnight,”

as it cradles you softly

while your mom holds you tight.