Nahual Papalotl

I seek to always be part of the morning
Your memory is already on the bus
Those birds whisper behind my back
I remember well they were a
Important part
Of undertaking
This promised flight of love

I seek a solution to my past
From which it's not easy to let go
With all the fragility and humidity
Of my tears falling
To the ground by my feet
Hope for a new blooming

Oh! My life, tell me what happened?
I ask the sky to decide on forgiveness
If you happen to hear the wind carrying my voice
Take a tea of mallows to soothe your throat

Oh! My life, this won't stop
I ask the sky for you to keep going
And if someday sadness comes to you
Think of the flowers we planted while loving

Look at yourself, your wings may be broken
Look at me, mine might be too
I want to embrace you and fly with me
Even if it's just a dream upon waking

Oh! My life

I'll do magic for you, witchcraft
Ingredients
A dedicated poem
A rose button preferably red
A bit of our shared memory
A hummingbird's caress and its beak
A song with a velvety voice
A piece, just a piece of sunset
Half a dozen raindrops
And your face reflected in an oil puddle
In the park
I'll stir well, until I achieve my goal
A crystal ball to see if you forgive me
I'll do magic for you
WITCHCRAFT