I sit here and I stare
I hear a cry
Is it the voice of my soul, my thoughts, my mind? 
I always have so much I want to say
But I sigh ..... as I feel the power of my ideas slip away 
I get lost as I wander over the terrain of my thoughts 
I, more than anyone can put words into your mind 
Then they flare up ..... so much passion so much fire! 
I eagerly lean forward and the milky mists begin to fade 
Feel me ..... hear me ..... I burn to be heard! 
Covered in a purple haze ...... I am amazed and
I stare into my ball as I look inwards 
To the very centre of your being ..... your soul
So much magic I feel as I sit here and ponder 
I wonder ........ 
I emulate the Sorcerer Gandalf
As I wave my hand 
A white flash, a blinding light
I disappear ......... 

I hold in my hand the rune of power
Patiently I await the midnight hour 
When the stars align across the sky
And the silvery moon has risen up high
I raise my hands towards the moon 
Quietly I chant the words of the rune
I close my eyes and start to sway 
Hear me and feel what I say! 
Now I'm strong, I'm filled with magic
I'm no longer weak ...... no longer tragic! 
Feel my strength, I start to sing 
I'm free, I'm free! I open my new wings 
And gracefully bow then leap into the sky 
WOW, look at me ..... I can FLY! 
Behold the wonders of your sight 
As I soar off silently into the night

©Janine Daniel