Friday, November 19, 2004


I cast my spell,
I cast a net;
the magic of words
will snare you yet.

I sing my need
to the stars and moon;
the power of words
will bind you soon.

I sing my want
in words of fire;
their magic holds
my heart's desire.

I weave my spell
of night and day;
by the power of words
I'll have my way.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

A poem is a magical spell, isn't it? The power of words....

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