Magic is everywhere.

Found in dust between pages

Between brains and lips

Imbedded like crystalized wings in amber

               Frozen with illusion

               Teaming with fragile artifice

But between today and tomorrow

And everything after that

               I see nothing but the pale white glare

Sparks stay out souls

Creativity stacks forgotten on shelves

               Out of use

               Out of touch

Between my hands should be paper

               Should be worlds otherwise untouched

Tomorrow would not forget her magic

               In the depths of reading

If I could change anything