Mind Magic

"The mind is a wand" he said

"What is thy favorite spell?" he said.

Inside laughter, he spoke.

I'm all alone, he left.

The enjoyment he gets by twisting my mind.

By twisting my wand.

By leaving me all alone.

Leaving me open to my sorcery.

I am yet to master my mind,

It is more like my wand is my master.

Enchanting me with worries

Enchanting me with fears

Casting upon me nightmares

Commanding me to shed tears.

But yet with some mind magic,

I can control.

And my favorite spell

is imagination.

Closing your eyes and feeling the wind on your face.

Suddenly you are on a boat

The wind is accompanied by roar of the waves.

And you can almost smell the salt of the sea.

Day dreaming about that one day

That one day

That makes it all worth it.

Imagination.

The spell that goes beyond all others.