Unrecalled but, Remembered
Staring
out her window- normal oft times.
Yet,
creatures are crawling, climbing outside.
Scary
nature these figures? Only sometimes.
Not
frightened at all, she must now decide
To
lie back down to sleep or jump and fly.
Adventure
being her forte, verdict clear,
Glass
pane she shatters up three stories high.
Wandering
on the wind ‘til ground is near.
Friends
of the darkness all circle about
To
greet the young girl who can stand the light
Yet,
chooses to roam when other pass out.
You
see, the forgotten love a black night.
Who
are these unrecalled spoken of?
They
are fairies.
And
dragons.
And nymphs.
And
wizards.
And banshees.
And
all things in touch with their magic.
However,
most humans are not.
So,
onward they trot.
Forgetting
to look,
Tough
reminded by books.
That
spells and enchantments are real, if we ourselves can see.
Well,
this girl could see the magic around
And
oft times visited the lonely ones.
Once
she had flitted down to the cold ground
She
started her nightly journey, the run.
The
ups and downs, flying, also swimming.
So
much passion in so little action.
The
journey with creatures just brimming.
However,
this is all just abstraction.
The
girl never left, not really.
Honestly,
this may seem silly.
But
a lucid dream is freeing
From
the complex human feeling.
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