Pure Enchantment
Free-fancying through the woods
upon lofty ribbons of airy trees,
I tiptoe along a hidden pathway
where glimmering reeds sing its myth--
that in late nightfall and its starry array
my dream-like state becomes caressed
by feathery, ethereal images in gauze wings.
Clutching the soil until it reverberates
with the tinder- box hymn ( or dance) of life,
my being immerses in nature’s waters :
where pixies flow in ageless twirls of creation.
And to experience all as an inner odyssey,
when the breath of pure spirit blows in wonderment
gossamer flights lift my daze unto infinity--
inhaling that child-god universe beyond oneself,
engrossed in a moment of enchanted play
when glorious evening's stage bursts into a dream!
Mystic Rose Contest: A LOVELY LITTLE DAYDREAM
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