The Looking Glass Volume 35 | Page 37

Enchanted

Kiana Stevenson

Open the door to magic.

Waiting to see what lies ahead.

It starts out slowly in anticipation –

and continues quickly without hesitation.

A hug.

A snuggle.

A kiss or two.

Everything feels like it’s supposed to.

Chilling out, feeling great;

this moment I appreciate.

Everything is so surreal;

every second like a dream.

I close my eyes to savor every tiny bite

in between,

intoxicated by your scent,

high off the thoughts roaming through

my head.

Falling asleep to the beat of your heart

like a drum that sings to me in ecstasy.

Standing there, surrounded by space,

a smile on each face.

The time has come to part ways,

hoping that feeling was not a phase.

The door opens, magic flies away,

hopefully to come back another day

as I just stand there,

enchanted by a memory.

Madi Diaz, Grade 12