Fleeting

Magic is fleeting
A fine wisp of smoke
It twists its way upward
As it stirs the breeze
Before drifting away
Back to where it’s from
A spark that expires
Like a breath of air
Waiting to inhale
To take it deep inside
Secrete it in my skin
Where it belongs
But that is not to be
For magic is fleeting
An idea that transforms
Taking me for the ride
And leaving at daybreak
With nothing but memories
That never do it justice
A wily vixen
On loan from heaven
To be enjoyed for a time
Before being set free.