Making Magic

Early rise, exemplifies With baited breath, and focus I took note, of when she spoke Her promised hocus pocus Joined best, to quest, I must confess On tailcoat, blows expedition, The winds of change, she'll rearrange So dreams come, to fruition Spinning woven threads, overhead I, tangled, a hostage held... Conceived, convinced, dare I, to wince And tempt, her sorceress spell Follow her lead, the sprinkled seeds Pied piper, lightly stepping Navigation, crescendo elation, Halcyon days, spent prepping The minstrel boys, release their noise To youth, reverse my aging We'll prance and dance, find lost romance In mystic music, staging I surrender, for I remembered She's the power to resurrect A wounded sparrow, on broken branch, narrow Least her magic, might I, forget