Beneath moonlight erupts deft fantasy
Riding night's breeze serene on winged achene
Imagination seen so lucidly
Where stars and moons collide within our dreams
Here myth and lore take on a new pretence
Grand castle keeps and mountain peeks ascend
Amidst moonbeams the small becomes immense
The wily wolf our confidant and friend
Though hidden deep we all seek fairy tales
The happy ending ever-after prize
Making up villains and we still pretend
We all prefer azure to dismal skies
So are we figments within illusion
All still children swept up in confusion
© Debbie Razey 2015 both poem and art
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