What magick did I make as a child; Undercovers imaging the future? Let me remember this art, To manifest a future in which I Am loved, by one I can trust, A romantic and life partner who will never hurt me. Beautiful life with cracks Where the light gets in And out.
May it be so.
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I anticipated a winding road For that is how my story often goes, But something tells me The next chapters Are short and sweet, But not lacking in their depth or content; On a few pages more There will be new revelations to find, Hopes becoming truths, And not just speculation Nor just wishful thinking, But manifestations of positive energy Of karmic flow spiraling out And being received, By open hands And open hearts, To then be paid forward, In this my tale, Moving swiftly, With the turning of pages Toward a happy ending.