Ownership

I can see it all around me
The magic.
I can see it, taste it, hear it
But I can never feel it.
It is never my own.
Why is it that I can see what so many people cannot,
Yet I am never owned by it?

Those who ignore it, those who undervalue the magic
They always find it.
They don’t know to what they owe their happiness.
Yet I, who have always appreciated it,
Yes, loved it,
I can never seem to catch it.
It slips away from me continually in an unending chase.
I’m tired, deeply.

Oh, I yearn to know how many times I must surrender.
How many times must I look for a reason,
When none exists?
How long am I going to be in the refiner’s fire,
But never know the glory of the flame?
When will I be removed from the furnace
And be seen as a sparkling jewel?

I don’t ask for much, only for a reassurance of the end result.

When will the magic possess me?
When will I be able to look at it?
Hear it.
Taste it.
Touch it.
And feel it?

I can see it all around me
The magic.
Yet I am never owned by it.
I, who have always known it as a friend,
Would welcome it, cherish it.
People ignore it all the time.

I would not.

When will my time come?