Ordinary Magic - John Moods

Through the night, in the wind

Some ordinary magic

You and I surfacing

Slow enough to know it

Butterflies circling

A forest and its temples

Seeing from the windowsill

Something to be worshipped

All my schemes scheming me

Out of depth, I’m a shallow kind of free

I guess I am just someone’s fool today

Watch the bird, eat the worm

An ordinary tragedy

You and I disappear

Slow enough not to notice

Through the night, in the wind

Some ordinary magic

You and I surfacing

Slow enough to know it

All my dreams dreaming me

Out of sleep, what do I need to be free?

I wouldn’t mind to be nothing today