Imagination
By stared sky the magic rose
with sweet prose the magic thrives
the spell sung is cast away
the fingers play chords of time
the stars sing of sorrow, lost
the soul does cross the great void
the mind turns to life unknown
carefully sown, magic's seed.
space folds time shifts and mage flies
the secret minds special place.
-Awdl Gywdydd
4/7/91