Illusive

In the garden, I find myself walking barefoot, in clover of purple, and goldenrod daisies

My toes touch the soil beneath, it is cool to the touch, and soft to the feet

Every breath is like a summer day, it is the butterfly in flight, upon the winds of breeze

I feel free, I feel like a fairy, in the land of oz, where no one can catch me, I hide behind the mushroom heads

I am small, but I am witty, I can speak, but only to the animals, they, can only see me

For I am illusive, and I can make myself grow up, into a beautiful woman, who is longing to be touched

I shall find a prince of mountains, with a crystal castle awaiting my appearance, in the bedroom of romance

The prince, shall kiss my hand, not once, not twice, but many times, until he finds my neck, then suddenly his eyes are upon mine

His green, of emerald eyes, of desire, my lips, of cherry, with a poison magic, dare not kiss me, or thee shall die

It is not too late, the kiss of magic, the spell broken, when I fell in love, in his arms held out to mine

Illusive, now I must awaken, and the dream of dreams, has made me feel as though I was really alive

Illusive lust of fantasy, of magic, written in a fairy tale, written just for the feeling, with a love story, just believing

The passion, illusive, when I awaken, I lay here, in these petals of sweet nothings, of a summer love, gone by