What Magic Couldn'T Find
I sang to my Aquila
Of amethysts
Soft light
Eagle feathers
Of magic
He held me
In more ways
Then he knew
I felt his heart
Through his eyes
Deep and blue
That we have our castle
In the valley of the stars
The Place Of The Rising Moon
Where I searched
Yet could never find
I found ,with Aquila
That love
Magic too
Is revealed
When it is needed
Destinies and journeys
Forever sealed
With you
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2009
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