There she was
appearing again
standing in the half-light
the moon in her hand.
Honeysuckle watfting
intense white
in the night.
Dreams speak of dragons
most honorable knight
diffusing dense magic
in the sultry moonlight.
A goddess of mystery,
a Centaur’s daughter
a Giver of Forgiveness,
a Crafter of Disorder.
Intoxicating thoughts,
a cosmic creation,
reality borders blurred
mind topples
from concentration.
From supernatural,
she comes
as myths she creates
feigned innocence at once
in tempting the Fates.
Reaching towards infinity
grasping thin air
like a dove in flight
a mermaid so fair.
And on distant dreams
such fairy children go
showering imagination
melting memories in tow.
Sounds like quite a lady!
She might be, not sure yet 🙂
I like your style. This was very fun to read. And intriguing!
Thanks, I experiment a lot 🙂
You’re welcome. [:
I like the idea of how the fairy children shower imagination and melt memories. Beautiful.
Thanks. I have always enjoyed fairytales.
You’re welcome.
The female side of the Trickster?
I think she is, sort of transforms….
a volte la fantasia diventa realtà.
ciao
Ciao, sì lo fa davvero. Grazie per la lettura. 🙂
A mild and sweet poetry between dreams and reality.
Your poems are really beautiful
Thanks so much, I am glad you enjoy them 🙂
ciao
She has a wide variety of gifts and characteristics, Lana. What may be a study of contradictions. The beginning of a fascinating story behind her legend. 🙂
I like a little magic here and there 🙂
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