Spellcaster

Beneath this sun i dramatise

The power of your eyes

What you can wish for with a whisper

Floating shine surrealist- or

A will o' the wisp granted dandelion kiss

Ashes to the wind scattered thinking

Petals all to be or not to be what are we dying to live for

Surviving a growing gloom ticking sense of doom

Awaiting a grandiose appointment with self-appointed fate an earth-shattering kaboom

(The power of your eyes

What you can wish for with a whisper

Floating shine surrealist- or

A will o' the wisp granted dandelion kiss

Ashes to the wind scattered thinking

Petals all to be or not to be what are we dying to live for)

I see the evening sunrise again to a cynic's demise

A feeling like this goes beyond value or prize

As even time flies each day passing a new season

And in the mind impossibility triumphs as a champion

On behalf of the heart and soul; defying all reason

Repeated in spoken word