Magic

Life is magic,
A miracle of nature,
In our abundance
Of infinite space.
Lifeless leagues of nothing,
Balls of burning gas,
For us to wish upon their power.
The lines we draw,
In a night sky's darkness,
The shapes we see,
In clouds of our atmosphere.
The magic of the world,
Existing in our minds,
The slight of hand,
That takes us to worlds unseen,
Worlds that have never been,
Places we could only dream.

Dreaming of more,
Living less.
The magic is when,
These worlds connect.
From a dream,
To a big screen,
From a puzzled look,
To a bound book.
From dream to reality,
A creators mentality.
We are walking in our dreams,
Sleeping only to rest,
To best live the dream of tomorrow.