My love is magic

I have been waiting for my pen to turn into a wand
waving it across these pages
my ink like a trail of magic
tears of joy hitting the page like stardust,
I’ve been searching the dictionary for rhymes and words.

Am I a child to believe that pointing it between these lines would bring you close to me?
that my love holds enough magic to make my words into spells that would draw you back to me?

I’ve have been begging the moon to read you my letters,
I say “tell him to fetch my heart ”
“tell him I’ve been dreaming of him”
I’ve been folding these pages of failed words into ships
hoping the rivers formed by my tears would give them passage to you.

I’ve been missing you. I’ve grown tired of running
So, I am making this pen into a wand
I’m writing my love into spells  in these lines
My love is magic. I am calling you back to me.