tHe PoLe StAr

The magic was meant for me it felt,

A yearning felt heard without a word said,

Piercing through the armor of titanium,

A different world seemed to be awaiting instead.

Hopped from on edge to the other,

The glitter filled up the nihility,

The feeling was so mine,

A feeling of so much tranquility.

Reckoned the impairment existed for a reason,

Beautiful mind realized a wave of divinity,

A spring of belief hovering in the vicinity,

Caught hold of the weakest nerve and emitted serenity.

Wished could seize the moment,

And the world to end,

The glow ignited the dark corners,

Wished that I never had to wish again..