Magic Time

The moments between “Action” and “Cut”,
The minutes between “Go” and “Stop”.
These are Magic Time.

The moment your pet licks your face
And curls up against your chest.
This is Magic Time.

The minute you put pen to paper
And express even the tiniest idea.
I call that Magic Time.

When you hold your best friend’s hand
When you make beautiful, blessed love
Truly that is Magic Time.

The second your child is born
And you see that it has your eyes.
Oh, my God, isn’t that Magic Time?

From the time you awaken and blink,
To the time you drift off to sleep,
Every minute in between
And even when you dream,
All of these are Magic Time.

The world doesn’t run on Eastern Standard,
Or even on Daylight Savings.
It runs on Magic Time.

If we all knew that,
If we all believed that,
There’d be no war.
No poverty.
No hate.

Say it to yourself
Before you say anything
Or do anything.
There is no time for anything…

Except Magic.