I see the moon, the stars, 

The galaxies of which I am apart;

It is reflected unto me, 

From the deep sand of the lake 

To the ripples upon the surface. 

Among the lily pads and the evergreen, 

My eyes, freckles

And smile

Are once more apart of me.

A reminder that magic is real-

Although not in this tangible realm, 

I see it in you and I see it in me;

Rivers of constellations, magic in birds and in trees.

It’s in the sugar of your tea, the kisses before sleep;

Drops of honey leaking from dreams.

Do you feel it in hearts, in hands, in dawn

And in twilight? It happens when stars fall;

It is seen, deep in the woods, only by fawns.