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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