Can our magic still hold
In the space of us
Our magical unfold
Our blanket of light
Did our stars disharmonize
What is our mien
What can we be?
We have so many lives
Before us and so much
Yet to be seen
How much is resting in between?
Seeking our own level
Together as water frills
If the wand is empty
If our hat has no more rabbits
What could we be
What shore will we
End upon
What grief do we have left
To glean if we have
Anything if we have
Nothing if we have
Everything we
Could ever need
Thin is the horizon
What is our mien
© GÄ
Poétique 