I Believe in You

Magic man,
do your crazy tricks
and make me laugh
before bright tears betray me
to this crowd of friends
who’ve come to celebrate your safety,
while I can see a danger
coiled in every shadow.

The fear is still so real.

I’m sitting here,
I’m watching you,
I’m smiling,
but my heart is cold and still.

All these phantoms move around me,
applauding your bad jokes
and tricks and ESP.

Nothing touches me
except your voice,
the sight of your pale face.

I hide within the laughter,
waiting —
till we’re alone and you can turn to me
with sleepy eyes
and nestle in my arms,
conjuring away the fear,
warming me with your deft hands
and the sorcery of love.

My curly-headed magic man.