Where Does Magick Live?

I always looked so far away

Way into the distance

All for a glance

A simply glimpse

Of what could be

What could be

Waiting for me?

Grand halls and stained glass?

Elven hymns floating o’er still grass?

Magick in the oxygen we inhale

But if I begin to blink will I fail?

Will it all disappear the moment I stray

My mind wanders but I command it “stay”

The world cruelly rejects my favor

In all their hateful faces I begin to waver

When I open my eyes

The dawning I realize

It’s a normal day I see

You and me sitting to tea

Steam rises off of glasses

Fog covers us like molasses

Steam rising to the ceiling

What could you be feeling?

What could I be feeling?

My heart yearns for healing

If this world was more freeing

Then maybe, I’d be more revealing

In this hidden moment