Fleeting Moments Of White Magic

Scatter me across the ocean so I can be set free and I'll float like a feather on the tips of the cold mountain waves and light up like a star with somewhere to go, snowflakes dust my cheeks like jewels, remind me I'm not far from where I came from, dripping with potential, I'll catch fire despite the spell.

Let's meditate and create and flower this beautiful life with all the magic we have burning deep inside us. The flame never goes out but can always grow.