"Magic" (poem)

We've skirted misty lakes
in verdant foreign lands
We've flown through the Milky Way
and all the stars it spans.
We've sewn the seed of magic
and, if as magic does,
will come the peace forever
will come the final love.

We've seen the savage cruelty
Sere deserts left in waste
As those who would be lords and kings
left all the world debased.
We've walked beneath the starlight
and seen the spirits in the sky
now the world's wide open
and our path is where we fly.