POEMS

I dream of being
The damsel Queen
Of all Disney lands
Dressed in dandelions
With damselflies many
Servants at my hand
Stringing dulcimers
At my single command
For my darling dear.

I wish to tell you a story
Of magical lands, where
The Sun never sets
But melts into Moons
Not one mere alone
But many many more
As the darkness dawns
The marvel manifests
The Valley of Moon
Creates out of nowhere
The shining spheres
Flying freely around.
A Wanderer passes by
Captivates by the glow
Of the land quite exotic
Beholds here and there
Holds breathe in awe
Hears He, music strange
Sees none near anywhere
Shrills again song aloud
Possibly from flying balls
Thinks so the Wanderer
Floats next near to one
Moves hand forth towards
Taps the glowing balloon.
Boom !! It blossoms !!
Unwraps petal by petal
Like a lotus giant
Rises up a fairy high
Stringing her hairy-harp
Bewitching heart and soul
Of the Wanderer wild.

The forbidden garden
Far from one's vision
Arousing forbidden passions
Lure me to fall in love
Not with one
Enchantments many more.
The Shadows of the wild
Stringing aeolian harps
Seduce my body and soul.
The Fairies of the forest
Fluting primal music
Allure my heart and all.
Enthralled I, turn around in haze
Espy a scene so magical
 Leaves abalze,  gentle touches
Of wandering melodic sparks
Becoming butterflies beautiful.
As my eyes widen in awe
See I, swarm of them come near
And disrobe me with kisses delicious
Caressing with wings soft tender.
In no time longer
Turned I a Fairy fascinating
Most exotic of their kind
With eyes bright red
And skin a starry daysky.

Whispers continue…