Magic

 

A gentleness surrounding

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