Magic

The magic of memories I still keep,
so close to my spirit.
Of us two young girls wandering,
finding our way so fearless.

Autumn sunsets where our feet
guided down old foliage paths.
The smoke from the wood burner
our only north star back.

Visions of cats sleeping on your wooden porch.
Broken piano keys surrounded by flowers.
Gardens with fairies and a magic
that lingers only in childhood hours.

Every cigarette, every song,
stays with me now.
Remember how I used to tell you my dreams?
As soon as I'd wake we would tell of our sleep.
The closest to a friend I have known.

Incense, eyeliner,and daydreams.
A broken bridge with a secret for the day.
Summers we spent walking,
never running out of thoughts to say.

The magic of memories I keep,
so close to my heart.
The winding roads of our future,
we must get back to the start.