Sheltered in secret,
Quiet nook,
Imagination
Peeps to look
At what lies
Way out there.
Monsters in their
Magic dens,
Fairies fluttering
And then,
Sparkles
Fill the air.
Peep some more,
To better view,
Believe in things
Only partially true.
Possibilities
Abound.
Now standing in
Fairy forest ring,
I know, feel all
And heart does sing
At glories
All around.
Come, take my hand, I’ll guide you there,
Flying rug of woven gold,
Close your eyes and hold on tight,
Fantasies unfold
In darkened,
Blessed night.
When moon departs, to bow to sun
And endless sleep is through,
Fragmented figments will abide,
Subconscious mind to view
In early
Morning light.
You have a wonderful imagination. Love this. Reowr!
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In tune with the moon, how you say? ;)x
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I love this magical one, too! You’ve been busy! Wow!!
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I haven’t stopped since I buzzed my brain out on politics then thought, nah, relax and go with the flow. Magic wins hands down.x
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Magic always wins with me, too. I think you have to be an eternal optimist to think politics or politicians will ever change. Ever notice how many “i”s there are in politicians?
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I like that. Had never given it a thought before. :)x
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I could hear the Night Music as i read…
I needed this…Thank you very much
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Thank you. You’re welcome. Imagination is a wonderful thing. Tied in with so many other wonders.x
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