THE SPELL
STORMY
Copyright © Stormy 1998
Was it the mesmorizing chant....
"I Love You"?
Or your gentle touch....
hot and searing that left its brand?
Such unfamiliar territory could be an illusion
A Magicians slight of hand.
Through an eerie midnight fog you carried me.
Enshrouded in your arms....I felt safe
I know your heart...It's come calling
But a cloak of mystery still hides your face.
Your Love like a potion...I kept drinking.
Into hypnotic estacy I sink.
But as you fade from my vision...I panic!
I must touch you...
and of your potion take one more drink.
Your incantations of love left me breathless.
You're every movement designed to cast a spell.
Your magic found fire within ice that night.
as under your spell I fell.
The stars all inline...add to the magic.
The Magicians touch so percise.
You touched without physical connection.
It took only your eyes to entice.
You laid me on a blanket of stardust.
Positioned the moon as a pillow for my head.
You covered me with soft clouds to warm me,
and from your book of wizardry you read.
"Come thunder, come lightning, touch her soul.
Make haste...extract all her sorrow.
Come wind, Come rain..the elements of the sky
Make chase on the sadness of the morrow"
"Come sunlight and rainbows to gladden her heart.
Reveal a romance dissarming...
Come moonglow, Come starlight to shine in her eyes.
That She may see me as Her Prince Charming...."