07 Jan Touched by a Magic Wand
Often, when I dream at night,
The latent fantasies soar to a new height;
My spirit leaves my body and travels light,
I slip into perfect peace and everything feels so right.
Standing in a meadow and watching the Sun down,
In my dream my cascading hair shone golden brown;
With fiery orange rays filtering through each strand,
I felt like being touched by a Magic Wand.
I heard a voice melting in my ears,
Seeping deep into me and draining away all my fears;
Those magical words … ‘till death do us part’
Instantly lit up the dark alleys of my saddened heart.
My life had been worse than a shipwreck,
But the way he wrapped me in a blanket of love,
Gently running his fingers through my hair and kissing my neck,
I felt free from shackles and fluttered my wings like a love smitten dove.
I stood still as if under a spell,
For a few moments or aeons, I couldn’t tell;
With blood gushing through my veins;
It seemed hard to pull the reins.
I felt his heart beating against my chest,
Filling my whole body with a new zest;
With my mind completely at rest,
It sure felt like the end of my quest.
Then came the moment I always dreaded,
“It’s time to go.” He gently whispered;
With tears blurring my vision,
I saw him moving towards the horizon.
I ran after him in a state of numbness,
Tripping over a stone, I fell off the precipice;
The next moment I woke up on the floor,
With a hurt elbow and memories, that I would always adore.