A Mystic Memory

The shadow glow of sea greens, breathless blues, and piercing purples, Streaked along a sublime vastness, Through majestic mists and floating aisles, Awaiting a desperate dream to wish upon. Adventures calling out from afar, Typhoons and tyrants swirling in a hypnotizing flare. A tiger lily gently kissing the dew from its prickly carpet. Vines uncurling, hugging the closest tree to them. While sprites and pixies zoom past, With a glittering, glistening trail following, Collecting a nightshade’s last speck of darkness. The Magical Kingdom of Waterfalls Quenches on embankments of purity. A new pocket of hope leaves its imprint On this world for a helpless soul to seek. At a blink of an eye, all is gone.