I expected magic.
I thought
One word
And the stars would settle
I thought
One touch
And the fire would simmer
I thought
One note
And the music would quieten
I expected magic.
I have held this spell
For seven nights and seven days
I have held this spell
With fierce desire and hope
I have held this spell
But it weighs heavy in my hands
I expected magic.
How unbearable each day feels
When I am parched for relief
Already I ask
Why are my ruins not rebuilt?
Tonight, the stars misalign in the sky
Tonight, the music is noise too loud
Tonight, the fire blazes too sharp
Tonight,
I am still here
But I am tired.
The spell is seven days old
But the curse is ancient
I expected magic.
But maybe magic expected time.