Wizard of Words

Whisk me words from your kitchen of spells
Spin a yarn of whispers around me
Braid my hair with magic

And then tell me tales of when…
The moon would bow its head and place a kiss..
On the eyes of a girl who has long been dead.

Tell me tales of sorrow
Of when loved betrayed its souls
And sold it dreams of tomorrows

Tell me tales of pain
Of hopes lost upon lips of lies
Of faith and wishes never regained

Spin me tales of magic
And whisk me spells from your kitchen
Take me to where we met

Sew my eyes with kisses
And let my fingertips dance on yours
Till we go home, to a place..
Where our minds can rest
And thoughts can play as crowns on our heads.