Full Moon Magic

There was a certain magic in the air,

An electricity singing through my veins.

I peered through the trees and saw the culprit;

The moon shone, full and bright,

Illuminating the twisting branches against the dark sky,

An ethereal sculpture of pattern and light.

What is it about the moon,

The romance, the mystery-

What magic does it hold?

The moon smiled and whispered back to me on the gentle breeze with the wisdom of the ages,

There is magic in reflecting light into the darkness, giving hope that a new day will dawn from the darkest of  night. You have the magic inside of you, too; you can all give hope, can all help to light the way. Imagine…imagine a world where such magic was set free. 


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