by marciaverleta



Magic, yeah he is magic.

Chaos follows every day,

Turbulent winds reach across the miles,

Carrying me with it.

I am understood all too well.

My heart beats fast amidst many more.

What does he want?

Not in pursuit but always so near.

Why must I care?

This stirs me.

Abandon him and he will disappear.

His breath lifts my heart.

Poof! Here, there and everywhere,

Free as can be!

He is magical, oh yeah!

Never to be mine.

Daily Prompt: A Source of Anxiety