Magnetic Moon
lunar magic
The Magnetic Moon The fire dies, with embers glowing red Smoke rises, curls, its intricate spirals calling voodoo spirits Conjuring the tendrils of passion spent and cast asunder Spit out, breathing ashes and dust Entangled with the inky fingers of dusk The lines of the future follow the light Sketching out the lives of desperate lovers Children of fate, magnetized by the phases of the moon Mesmerized by the cadence of ancient love songs Moved to compose stories of loss and identity Moved to descend larger than life on the small world Alongside the dimming flames, daring the ephemeral To bar the path to the eternal Held in an instant, the disheveled blankets Sleepy thoughts matted with sweat Synchronous, like souls with a vision We meet at invisible crossroads for beating hearts
© 2026 Stephanie M. Vargo