answering the call of magick

[Whitebird Sings]

on a hill
anywhere
on our backs
in the grass
underneath
blue sky
and
white puffy clouds
we hear
a
chant

Magick! Magick!
who wants Magick?

and we answer

I do!
I do!
I do!
I do!

and because we believe

stars appear
in
the
bright
blue
sky

millions of them

and we stretch out our arms
and our bodies rise

and we fly up
and play among the stars

swinging from one to the other
tip to tip

and we land on a rainbow,
that's soft like a pillow --
with colours that only magick
can create

we climb to the top
and we slide down
and
down
and
down
and down...

and we climb back up
(sometimes we fly)
and we slide down
and climb (or fly)
back up
again
and
again
and
again
and again...

each time we slide down,
we land
in a pool of warm crystal water
and the sea creatures gather to watch us
and they laugh
with us

we climb onto their backs
and they say "Hold On!"
and they swim,
and they dive,
and they jump,
and we giggle
and roll off into the warm sand

a giant bird lands beside us
and we climb,
all of us,
onto her back

she rises up, up, up
and she takes us
to the purple mountains
where there are
castles
that sparkle in the sun,

faeries live here

faeries
who make us lunch
and
who play with us
and
who listen to our stories

...and who believe
everything we say...

because they too have
answered the call of magick