Magic, Lack of

There is not enough magic
To form bonds that do not break.
That we are connected at all --
A word, a glance, shared jokes;
Our flimsy miracles laughed,
Launched into the silences.
Between woods and deeds we hover,
The cage of our longings a song.
Mourning notes raised
          high
                                      enough
                                                                      become angelic
things