Girl in shadow

As the as silent raindrops fell,
He smiles a little.
There is a magic wand in her hand,
He wishes,
She swings it by.

The raindrops bounce off her skin,
The glistening smile as she looks up to the sky.
Her eyes sparkle more than the moonlight,
Lips more welcoming than the World’s finest wine.
And she carries a magic wand in her hand,
He wishes,
She swings it by.

She can cure him, can’t she?
That compulsive fuck of a human being.
He needs an obsession and there remains one in his hands,
Weed, alcohol and/or cigarettes.
Each day he lives a little,
Every day he dies.
And there is a magic wand in her hand,
He wishes,
She swings it by.

He is the sand of the beach,
She the sea which completes his being.
He is the darkness in the light,
She his last roll of the dice.
He is the castle under siege,
The sunset in the east.
The ghost of his wrongs,
She is the muse of his every song.

He has smiled for her, smiled after so long.
What is love if not a feeling you realize when it’s gone.
Is he ready to take a chance?
The leap of faith, all his eggs in one basket.
He cannot talk, the coward he is.
Can she look at his eyes and smile?
Can she cure him when everything’s been put aside?

For there she stands,
A lonely figure in the sand,
And she carries a magic wand in her hand.
He wishes,
If only,
For once,
She could swing it by.

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