Magic

There’s magic on the tungsten sea That brings forth spittle in waves Like giant sheets of paper uncurling On a table. There’s magic in the carrot sunlight That makes pale skin warm and silky Like a peach that softly meet’s the Lips of a beauty. Impossible is commonplace when mind And world collide and magic conjures Idle musings . There’s magic in the breeze that carries Distant garbled voices muffled by the Whooshing waves I hear in the giant Sea shell.