Alone she sat upon that window sill,
with shining eyes and an iron will.
The scars on her wrist and on her soul
could not mar her beauty or control
the flow of MAGIK in the air,
dancing like fire, everywhere.
Sometimes as it brushed me,
I could feel my soul being burned,
but mostly it slowly, delicately turned,
as nature should.

We talked. We smoked. We improperly joked.
All of the while playing the ancient game
of night and day.
Even if it had been in my power,
I would not have walked away.
Enspelled and entranced,
my soul felt enhanced.
Closer to the flame stood I now tnan ever before.
I watched as part of me passed away
and then was reborn in that same way.

Wanting, feeling and needing more,
I wouldn't have hesitated to kill of die for her.
Eventualy though, we parted,
as night and day must,
leaving me alone to wonder in wanderlust.
Now only the promise of her return
provides me shelter from the midday burn
that would surely rob me of my sight
and then I might never again find her
by the coming of night,
that we may bask in the dusk of our dawn
before that majestic hour is gone
FOREVER.