Magic
Like Music
Starlight clouds my
vision
Moonlight floods my
mouth
Music.
Magic.
Sweet, sensual
magic.
Singing to me,
pounding in me
A cry in darkness
A tide of liquid
light.
Magic.
Whispered words of
love
Joyful shouts of
rapture
Hidden depths of
sorrow.
The ocean- rolling
Heaving
Breathing
Magic
I enter with mist
And exit with fog
But starlight aids
my vision
And Moonlight
sustains my limbs
And it’s Music.
Magic.
-Geneviève Perdue