Myth of Tambourine Woman

She twirled in like falling autumn leaves of gold. The ultimate heroine of fabricated stories of men of old. Her castanets clicked in a gleeful, happy friendly way. Tambourine Woman had entered the fall fest fray. She brought in dragonflies, they flew at her command. She is here! Someone said. They organized an impromptu band. Tambourine Woman was no legend or myth. Her sapphire eyes danced as she lived her pure bliss. We were perplexed, bewitched, enamored and astounded. Corn moon gave her attention that was mostly unfounded. Butterflies surrounded her, and flitted their truth and love. Her glorious dancing must have been given by those from above. Murmurs went through the family on that October night. She is real! She exists! We saw her, in all of her bright! To others we could never spread this truth or express our zeal. Because they were not ready to admit this myth was actually real.