Missing the Magic

A flash and its past
The magic has flown
The songbird so gaily
Flits gently away.

A beat and a call,
Of the wild wind, blowing
Untouched by the gale
Raised its head just to wail.

A cry and a moan,
Birthing child´s aborted,
They dont want you fool,
Life is just, but cruel.

A sigh and a tear.
Swallowing down fears
Missed wings to a lifetime
Going down with the sunshine.