By J Ann Crowder

In mystic waves she floats amidst a damp, turquoise heaven
 
From enchanting slumbers she arises, sculpting her fabled prisms, touching  Monoceros, galloping amongst blue lightening fields, touching a magic sea oasis of fire
 
She travels from ocean to beach beds of star dust, veiled in a misty glow
 
She is a rarity, like fallen stars captured on wishes—they become our dreams gingerly molded into our reality
 
Her flauntless, spiraling headland stands as a wile of perfect dawns within a unity of enchanting seasons, creating melodic, symphonic wavelengths
 
She grazes in a purity of silver forests
 
Her relucent, snowy skin shines pearly against a moonlight’s soft heather
 
Her magic, unparalleled, ignites bewilderment
 
My every thought and reason she unifies
 
My doubts she slowly crumbles
 
Now, trees breath eternal light—as with a bloodless, frosted sky she fades, weaving spellbound strings from my dreams to my waking days
 
Her presence is manifested by a faint, tinkering bell chime shaking against a slight, airy breeze
 
She disappears on oceans of atmosphere, reverberating within the musical cords of my memory—never forgotten

A mystical poem about fantasy and imagination. Our imagination allows us to break down the walls of our limitations. Written February 24th, 2017.

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Lizzy Crowder
5 months

UNICORNS FOR EVER

Robert L. Martin
over 2 years

A poet without an imagination is like a carriage without a horse. Very well done, as usual.

Nelson D Reyes
over 2 years

Always a pleasure dwelling in your world where trees breathe eternal light and doubts disappear. Love. Thank you Jennifer.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
over 2 years

Thank you! Really, this possibility is for all writers, where imagination has no limits.

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