The Magic Man

I am the magic man
the one who flies through time
dipping my fingers in the sand
shaping the blast
without breaking the glass.

Watching you from nearby
surfing the whiskers of air
diving in your body of sin
hell and heaven well aware.

Now waving my magic wand
to watch you both young and old
forever enthralled with your soul
you eyes and your fiery tongue.

I am your magic man
swinging though your life with ease
playing with time
holding your light
teasing your stare, forever mine.