not even stardust

in all the sayings about magic power
we never learn just how to manage it
it's all left to the mage in the high tower
who laughs at us for our sheer lack of wit
who knows what secret rituals at night
have summoned demons elementals sprites
the strength's in the expression of the rite
when beings come in asymmetric flights
and then i wake and think and shake my head
the entities all recede to emptiness
i sit up smiling on the side of my bed
then rise to wash and clean and dress
dragons and wizards all have it seems
might only in the vagaries of dreams