Day 5: Magick.

Feeling the wind against your face

And your plants give when you sing to them

A special crystal on your pocket

Making the day better

For no particular reason.

Magick.

Or lighting candles 

In the middle of the night

The peace that sage brings

While burning around the house.

Magick.

I made a spell

To aid a friend

And he is safe and sound 

And away as he should.

It worked.

I cried.

My magick works.

I visited the graves of the witches

And I had the astral dreams

And I see the light in people

The color when I dream them.

Magick.