Hidden Magic

[I EDITED THIS 6/15/2011 3:01 P.M.]

A jagged line,
a dotted dash,
a soft expression
not quite rash.
To see them all,
to form the shades,
to break the surface,
catch the glades.
I want to do it-
see your soul.
I want to feel
something,
not more.
I'll gladly wait
for days
on end.
I'll watch intently,
never bend.
I want to meet you,
bare in mind,
to see your beauty
caught in smile.
I want to dance
across the sky
with pen in hand
and charcoal nigh.
And here we meet
and find the truth:
the hidden magic
lost in you.