Casting Spells

I read a poem i wrote once not long ago
A time of wishes that weren't wished upon

I saw in the poem the makeshift of a dream
Of those deep longings only souls can achieve

The tic tic tac of the clocking flow
Deafening the meaning that the verses hide

I know that noise, not within a dream
The consternations that have come and gone

The ebbing waves from the deepest core
Will redeem the faith that was once my own

Speak not of alterations to the lines of time
The moving force that lies within the heart

Will cast the spell to trace the path ahead.