They paint a picture of fantasy
in spaces where those who breathe words of wonder are dismissed.
Like Magick is mere child's play,
as though it isn't the very pulse of life.
The wonder,
never lost on me.
Because we,
mere stardust in motion,
look up with eyes of awe
as the Moon gazes from the dark,
serenading the shores of the sea.
And she
cannot help but answer,
li…
