I can change trees from green to flakes of a fire
I can order fortunes with no whispers
I can move planets in tribal dances of virgin placements imbedded within other’s views and temples made of sand
I can build monuments out of memories from recent fallen heroes within this very book
I can pursue dreams of my ancestors before me
I hear their echoes in the corners of my walls
I can fall in love when no love is there to offer
I can smile to provide hope to those who have searched through trenches to find it
I can welcome hands of friends when mine have become too numb to hold much longer
With every I can, my chant only yearns to ring in your ears
That we are a universe of abilities
When you make your move, will your path be a reminder of your achievements and strength?
Or of loss or regret?
flakes of fire.
💙 this is the thesis, I believe, of my writing. Magic is everywhere, for those with eyes to see.