Spellcaster

 

Enchantress,

you threw a magic kiss,

to the wispy air,

as I threw a coin

into a wishing well,

asking for a chance

to share in the magic that exists

when you sweep aside your hair

and look to me with those eyes

that say those words

which are magic to my ears.

 

You conjure up spells that

make me weak at the knees,

with just the flick of a tongue

and the way that you speak.

I look to the heavens

and I feel

a momentary belief.

The magic exists.

If we let it dust us

with the spells we weave.

 

Spell caster.

I am in awe of your heart.

I am in awe of the way you floor me

with the artistry of a dancer.

Enchantress of my desire,

you cast spells that

light my own heart on fire,

and I can’t lie, I’m burning brighter

than any star could ever ask for.

I need to hold you close

to share our intense light

with all the unbelievers.

 

Magic exists. I’m a believer

for without, how could all of this be real?

The way a feeling can turn into a world,

how a knowing can become a universe,

and in my city, I walk on clouds.

Seeing not the grime.

I dance with every step just out of time,

I dance with my heart pounding

a thousand times a second,

because in this city

I know that you are all around.

The love that abounds

in every heartbeat in every street.

Enchantress I’ll forever be witness

to the fact that you exist

in the same space and time,

and I’ll believe in your magic

as I’ve felt it when you shine

so bright in my mind.