Mystical Magic
By Emmerson
Sitting here amongst the stars, Where no one knows who you are. Humming to the rhythm of your heart, Whispering on the winds so softly, For a love that will never part. Dreaming a dream, a flight of fantasy, To take you into the relm of the unknown. Giving you back the wisdom from Venus. Showing you all that is yet to be shown. Like a maiden, high above in her castle, Looking down upon the world in a new light. Moving softly like a breeze through a meadow, Breathing in this new fragrance tonight. A oneness of spirit in tune with nature, My soul just a seedling ready to sow. Bathed beneath star lights mystical magic, The time is nigh; I am ready to grow. Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 01:41 PM PST 0 • 18 • 10
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