The Sky Full of Stars

Magic, You feel it When you but breathe this sacred word. Sacred, pilgrims travel far To taste it. Sparks, To flee from it Before you acquire a taste for it. In this world, You run away from it You hear? Some things aren't meant for you to touch. You fly far far away from it. "But I can't help it." Look up at night, And behold the sky full of stars. How dangerous they are, Hold on to that feeling. The danger is what I have Spent my years chasing, Regardless of what others tell me. I died dreaming a dream that many has dreamt before me, And survived a dream that many would dream after me. "But how did you do it?" Practice, dear, and and a teaspoon of magic with a bucket of miracle.