artwork by Ulrike Bolenz |
Within the dragon she hears a song
to thee the flowering blossoms
belong
she a poetess, releasing her inner
beast
for within his sultry words
she did feast
dancing in the shadows of his dark
silhouette
the love she felt she could never forget
with claw and fire they did cling
misty evenings, nightingales would sing
in a magical world they took flight
soaring together towards beams of light
she loved him with a true heart
he had another, her wings were torn
apart
for in the moment she thought he
cared
carrying treasures the joy they shared
she flutters about, making her
way
stars and moon fade into another day
through darken skies
her heart silently cries
her heart silently cries
posted for the Magpie Tales #270
So sad!
ReplyDeleteI like the line about dancing in the shadows.
Thanks Alex - It is a bit sad..made me think about Dragon of the Stars! Just so you know you rock as well..
DeleteBeautiful but sad. And what a perfect picture to accompany that lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you..
DeleteSo sad but beautiful and magical.
ReplyDeletethank Gail..life is filled with joy and sadness..sometimes one needs to capture different emotions.
DeleteMagic can show at any time as the shadow dancing does grow
ReplyDeleteThat is true Pat..life can be filled with magical adventures..speaking of which I am feeling a Capt'n Pat and Truedessa adventure coming soon..haha..
DeleteBeautiful magical poem, love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Deletea sad story she has
ReplyDeleteShe looks sad in the picture doesn't she?
DeleteIt is a sad story - to love the one that has already been taken. But perhaps her time will come and she will find the love that she has spent her life waiting on.
ReplyDeleteWell maybe, the little dragon fly will just flutter along in the journey..happy to just be alive...
DeleteShe will have the last laugh , the little mother of dragons !
ReplyDeleteHmm..interesting...dragonflies are creatures of wind and water and of the dreaming mind. Who knows which way the wind will blow on any given day?
DeleteOh, the end is so melancholy!
ReplyDeleteI see upon a new horizon something worth greeting, her cries of today is tomorrow's laughter.
ReplyDeleteso sad....
ReplyDeleteA magical poem. So beautifully written. Your closing hits the heart. Poor dragonfly.
ReplyDeleteSad but very special.
ReplyDeleteTruly beautiful...well done!
ReplyDeleteI like the notion of her being a poet...
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