Warmth tingled through her skin,
Kissing porcelain with fiery lips.
The risk of burning was worth it.
Lemonade forced a pucker within sips.
Wind swirled, teasing the trees,
And Branches danced with the rays of light.
The spread towel soft against bare back,
She wished to keep at bay the night.
Stilled as stone, she lay exposed.
No clouds fluttered across the skies.
Birds sang a reckless tune,
And she let go the softest of sighs.
Magic swirls in dusky skies
playing fun
playing hell
On other people’s lives
And yet not many believe in it.
The power of magic
To take your pain away
Or deliver another dose of it.
It brings roses, daffodils, tulips
to Life
And at the end of the day
Snuffs out their light.
It empowers people to fight for their dreams
And also knocks those on pedestals to their knees.
Oh wonderful magic, it plays its tricks
But you best believe in it.
It may help or hinder
But it’s definitely there.
Grab hold to its tail
And dear wanderer,
Beware.
Kember's Journey 