Once upon a time a man looked up at the sky and saw exactly what he expected to see
The saddest day of his life
Was when he stopped dreaming and instead, believing
Shapes and patterns faded into orbit
Clouds passed and unfurled in front of his eyes
Leaving the clear crisp night exposed and
Naked for the eye to see
He bent down and cried
On his knees, bowed to the heavens above
Unable to understand why this gift had passed him by
It had all been so diluted until yesterday
Caught in his fear, twisted and tangled
Where did all those questions go?
That longing to explore and know
Replaced questions with answers
To those riddles which are never meant to be solved
Did you see the face of the man
Perched high in the sky with that top hat
No, he vanished with the coming of the years
To this day he drifts along no longer aware
Is it magic?
Perhaps once, it was.
There's no such thing.