I dress to rekindle old magic
The kind where lifespans run into the hundreds
I need a new future
Where sky spirits dance behind the clouds
Sparks fly, rising like fireworks
My ruby ring flashes far into the distance
Where legendary moments marked history
Lives were changed, magic ruled
The world seems to be covered
in a soft blanket of dullness
Life has become slow
I am looking for that spontaneous moment
That sets you on a new path
Where you punch the air, scream Eureka!
The Holy Grail is in sight…

© Anita Dawes 2021