Magic can be drawn from
the spaces under your bed
where there are night and shadows
there’s magic instead
like the stars that burn
dark energy forms
we are the universe born
scribbled chaos in ink
sinking into depths of imagination
and sensations
magic that is a promise
yet to be made
An obsidian blade
that protects us from harm
cuts through curses and dark arms
unseen
we need the shadows as much as the stars
for contrast is what we are.
This insane love
loving ghosts in this town
I search for old shadows
there are plenty around
They are fickle
they hide from the light
they only want a quiet night.
You are my darkness and my light
the reason I still fight
the night and stars are yours to align
but your heart still isn’t mine
in this design,
I know we both spring forth
in fates curtains and discourse
But I love you like the sun
which causes shadows to hide
but at the end of the day
I call your name on the wind
the secret name you don’t even know yourself
I know we both don’t understand each other’s points of view
but I know one day I won’t sing the blues.