There she was
appearing again
standing in the half-light
the moon in her hand.
Honeysuckle wafting
intense white
in the night.
Dreams speak of dragons
one most honorable knight
diffusing dense magic
in the sultry moonlight.
A goddess of mystery,
a Centaur’s daughter
a Giver of Forgiveness,
a Crafter of Disorder.
Intoxicating thoughts,
a cosmic creation,
reality borders blurred
mind topples
from concentration.
From supernatural,
she comes
as myths she creates
feigned innocence at once
in tempting the Fates.
Reaching towards infinity
grasping thin air
like a dove in flight
a mermaid so fair.
And on distant dreams
such fairy children go
showering imagination
melting memories in tow.
About the Creator
Lana Broussard
Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
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