Where moonlight falls on kindred souls, And magic's current gently rolls, A different weave, a subtle art, That touches only a specific hear...

Where moonlight falls on kindred souls, And magic's current gently rolls, A different weave, a subtle art, That touches only a specific heart. This "gay magic," a whispered call, Responds to spirits standing tall, To those who know a love that's true, A vibrant, iridescent hue. The glamour spun for eyes that see Beyond the world's conformity. The shields that rise, a knowing grace, Deflecting judgment, finding space. The healing touch, a tender hand, Understood in this chosen band. The strength invoked, a shared desire, To rise above the hateful fire. The joyful burst, a radiant gleam, Reflecting back a shared dream. The coded word, a knowing sign, Unlocking power truly thine. So let this magic softly flow, Where kindred spirits ebb and grow. It seeks the heart that beats as one, Its work for them, and them alone. The world may stare, misunderstand, But in this realm, hand meets with hand. A magic bound by love's own tie, Beneath a knowing, starlit sky.