The Box Part 2

There’s a box, sitting in the corner
Long forgotten, dust sprinkling the top
Waiting for discovery, for the magic within
As the top is slowly pulled apart, dust scattering
A spark flies through the air, the contents alive
Two children laugh with pure delight, enchanted
As the contents seem to develop a life of their own
A cape, rich blue in colour, stars scattered throughout
Is pulled from the very depths, shimmering in the light
A man, tall and dark haired, bows down low
The cape now perched on his shoulders, tall hat on his head
With a flourish he reaches into the box, eyes twinkling
What treasure to produce, children giggling with anticipation
A bright coloured rainbow seems to shimmer in the air
Children’s eyes wide, as colours blend into bright lights
Balloons drift towards the ceiling, as a carousel bobs past
Fairy floss appears, the smell of toffee apples floats along
A dove flies through the air and a rabbit comes from nowhere
The box seems to almost be moving, doing a dance on the spot
As light pours out of the top and bubbles head to the ceiling
What other magic is inside, a trumpet plays from within
As the magician starts to do a jig, tap dancing on the lid
The music reaches a crescendo, vibrating as if alive
The magic within is pulsating, bringing the room to life
But suddenly the box is back to normal, dust on its lid
No children, no magician, just a box sitting in the attic
But what’s that written on the side, in letters just faded
Marvin’s Magical travelling show, come one, come all
As the box shakes itself, and laughter echoes inside
The ghosts of an era past, the dust settles gently on the lid
Just waiting for the right moment, to all begin once again

Kaz