| Keep looking | |||
| For | |||
| Magic | |||
| Ice and fire | |||
| Thunder and lightening | |||
| Howling at the | |||
| Moon | |||
| All the spices | |||
| From the | |||
| Rack | |||
| Mixed into the | |||
| Stew | |||
| Making it | |||
| Tasty | |||
| Someone | |||
| Sweet and | |||
| Wild | |||
| Blending together | |||
| Moments of | |||
| Peace | |||
| Passion | |||
| Someone who | |||
| Appreciates a | |||
| Slow hand | |||
| Playing | |||
| Getting down | |||
| Forgetting to | |||
| Think | |||
| Shutting off the | |||
| World | |||
| Outside | |||
| Stealing moments | |||
| Little bits of time | |||
| Coming | |||
| Together | |||
| Wonder if it's only | |||
| Me | |||
| Dreaming | |||
| Is there so | |||
| Little magic | |||
| Left to | |||
| Find | |||
| Or do my fears | |||
| Illusions | |||
| Delusions | |||
| Get in the way of | |||
| Noticing | |||
| Perceiving | |||
| Being aware | |||
| There's so much of | |||
| My | |||
| Times | |||
| Spent with the sun | |||
| Logic of | |||
| All the | |||
| Games | |||
| Don't wish to | |||
| Deny the | |||
| Sun | |||
| Or the joys I've | |||
| Found | |||
| Unraveling its | |||
| Webs | |||
| But I've ignored the | |||
| Moon for | |||
| Too long | |||
| And now the | |||
| Creatures of the night who | |||
| Weave | |||
| Magic | |||
| Those playful souls have | |||
| Hidden | |||
| Away | |||
| Leaving only | |||
| Subtle traces of | |||
| Their | |||
| Presence | |||
| Tis time to | |||
| Once | |||
| More | |||
| Accept my need for | |||
| Moments of | |||
| Howling at the | |||
| Moon | |||
| Calling to the | |||
| Night | |||
| Magic | |||
| Come out once | |||
| More | |||
| Dance with | |||
| Me | |||