The wands are returning
The cups are filled
Not with savagely mined gold
But magic made from within
Lodged in crevices
Nooks you never knew possible
Glowing in exuberant colors
Hues unknown from retinal cones
Energy foreign, but indispensable
Light beyond novas and electricity
Spirit Tears fall for
how clouds drift in your direction
how Moon walks you home
how every critter
anticipates your arrival
Harmony
You reach balance
For once, the world toppled
Spun frantically with no control
It stands still
For your grace
Your being
Your light
Your love
What was empty, far, and bleak
is now joy and abundance in reach
The magic empowers
enlightens and explores
Revisit her when you grow tired
The cups are filled
The wands have returned