Infinite Magic

Every coincidence that takes place

It's either a milestone or a red flag

A reverie of sepia-tinted flashbacks

Give rise to coffee flavoured memories

Soaked in ambient yellow lights, warm, cold

Sipped in conversations of mirrored souls

Cupid's laziness gifting me doubts

Instead of regrets

The wound bleeds butterflies

With every coincidence that follows

A bonfire on a cold night

Words warmer than woollens

Swirl like magic dust and new wings sprout

Tenderly strengthening

I stand on the tallest of the mountains

To get a glimpse of your world far, far away

So far, yet seeming so close

A step ahead, The wind calls to me

Cold in my hair roars loudly in my ears,

Do I jump? Will I fly?