The Magician

I was tiny with a pigtails

when I asked ma for a magician

from the stories she told me in the night,

She silenced me with tales to tell;

Captivated in the awe,

the real world looked dull to me.

What would be the world with the sparkles

and gleams of wishes coming true?

I wanted a trunk of candies, a house full of food

And a fairy to finish my homeworks.

I could play a little longer with my friends,

and if I had a brawl, fairies would erase my solitude.

I asked for the shooting stars in my teens,

Wishing for a glowing skin and shiny hair,

I wanted to look beautiful than ever and

never wanted another argument with ma.

Wished I could score a straight pass and

have fun with the best of my friends.

It wasnt that complicated to ask,

no it was not. Because, I was human,

I could take huge decisions on my own.

That could have replaced a magician?

I was looking for the magic all around,

fancying to roam in a different world,

Looking for the wind bell chimes to sound romantic,

I wanted feel the blush, its warmness under my skin,

and surge the emotions of a hundred butterflies

flying from the pit bottom of my stomach.

I wanted the magic to make me strong,

look ardently elegant and let me feel how I am.

Nourishing the hope of magic,

I grew from the earthly roots of chimera,

sowed from the depth of my intense longing.

And now I found the magician,

the longing come true,

from the stars, I could ask from,

The little fairy turned real and powerful,

nurturing the essence of my living,

growing beyond imaginations,

reseeding into a sapling of hope.

I find me aesthetic, strong and capable.

The magician made me invincible.

I wanted the world to know the magician

Well before they know I called her ma.