Moon Magic
Unconsciously tracing a star
Across the dark void
I touch the moon with my fingertips
Magic lodged there
I felt like a cook
That had found a lost recipe, strong invincible
Parallel lines took me over the moon
Into some remote part of the universe
Uncharted by man
I could breathe, create my own world
Magic spread from my fingertips across the land
I felt like God, declared it good
My heart pounding, reminding me
That this would never be my home
Now, to find out if magic could bring me back
What could I do there,
With this strange tingling in my fingertips?
©AnitaDawes2022
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Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
Gorgeous, imaginative writing, Anita! I love the poem’s background color.
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Thank you for such a wonderful comment, Purple…
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This is stunning, Anita. I love it. That last question is sublime.
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We thank you, Diana… that was a lovely thing to say! 💕💕
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Oh, wow! I love this. It reminds me of a dream I once had.
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Thanks Jan… 💕
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