Marveling skies met her gaze nightly.
Memories slipped by like fingers through hair.
Midnights heard her murmured maybes.
Mountains loomed, echoing her wants.
Mornings never matched her dreaming.
Messages, mouthed to stars, streamed outward.
Miles away, the magic heard her.
Motives clear, and starting motion.
Magnet-heart pulled toward more.
Maybe became reality, her wishing made real.
Moonlight guided magic to her words.