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