Magic

Magic

I want to run wild

Abandoned and free

I want frantic exhilaration

To overcome me

I want to be lifted

To fly through the sky

Not forced or induced

I want a natural high

I want joy to take me

And recklessly spin

On a ribbon of light

Wrapped up tight and pulled in

I want to be filled up

With awe and with wonder

I want riotous raging

New depths I can plunder

I want to run crazy

Cross open terrain

Then fly on my wings

Over mountain and plain

I want to hold the moon and stars

In my hand

And blow luminous light

Throughout all of the land

I want my spirit to rise and to soar

Open my heart

...and let my love roar!

Megan's Poetry reflects lifes complex emotional states.

Through it she connects with others so that they may see

that on the other side of fear and disillusionment,

one can find a true spiritual connection, and come out the other

side soaring with peace, joy and happiness.

This is the Poetry of my soul

From the heights of divine inspirations

To the lowest darkest depths

And the grey world in-between

Light Grey Dark, this is my word art...