Names are plenty, thoughts are abundant

Soft and delicate like a feather

Flammable lava under the molten matter

Transparent like water

Opaque like rock

I am a Genie of sorts

Listening to your wish for the time to stop

I cast a spell by whispering across

Close your eyes for the magic dust to drop

Breathe in the magical spell

Get addicted to the dreams and desires, if you will

For the spell will be washed away soon

Soon you will wish for a new moon

The sun will cast its shadow at last

I will be me and you will be you away from the past

Forgive the spell, forget the dream dust

You can’t blame them nor can you trust

I will be me and you will be you

Magical dust will settle,

And the world will be again true