A Magic Mishap or Another Love Accident


On a verdant Spring night, I lit a candle,
the cicadas sang, screaming for love,
the pulse of their longing,
was almost unbearable,
the fireflies blinked their amorous intentions,
I stared at the flame and focused,
every pore, breath, and nerve,
on bringing you to me.

And then you came,
a metaphysical invasion,
we joked about the occult,
but never knew,
how close to the truth we were,
I'd forgotten that I had done a spell,
or was it praying?

Good intentions are never an excuse,
for trying to manipulate the Universe,
all I got for my trouble was some migraines,
and several invaluable lessons,
damn the wax and flame.