When Magic Fades

In the realm where shadows blend with light,

A flicker of magic stirs the night.

Stars align in patterns old and wise,

As ancient spells weave through the skies.

The air hums softly with tales untold,

Of worlds where dreams are spun from gold.

Each breath of wind, a promise made,

In this enchanted, moonlit glade.

But in the dance of spells and charms,

Where every wish and hope disarms,

A sudden hush—a subtle shift,

The magic bends, begins to drift.

For in the heart where wonder dwells,

A deeper truth, a tale compels.

Not all that glimmers holds its sway,

As dawn approaches, night gives way.

The colors fade, the stars retreat,

Yet in the quiet, something sweet.

A seed of hope, of love reborn,

In loss, a light where dreams are worn.

And though the magic dims with time,

Its echo lingers, soft, sublime.

A spark remains, a gentle trace,

Of all the beauty we embrace.

Postscript: This poem captures the fleeting yet profound nature of magic and its impact on the human heart. The shift from enchantment to introspection reflects the duality of wonder and reality, offering a thoughtful meditation on the enduring power of hope.