Not to be Missed
Once in a while I
fold back that vanity of solo-dreams
and enter behind
your fantasy where hangs concealed
a land of angelic
enchantment that teaches addiction
to unseen attraction
and anticipate rapture
in learning about real fairy contact.
I seek Flora\'s cloud and ask
her to show me her dance.
Ethereal music embroiders her glance,
and as I leave sight
of earth-bound views unlock tuneful
paths to entrancing
Togetherland that, angel-hued, sways
its gossamer hold
with beckoning hands and who favours
inviting a mystical duo.
Waltzing with angels
is high on the list for poets who fancy
time spent with muses
so not to be missed is the first chance
to step on Fey\'s floor
to take her dance-offer as magic occurs
when bliss heightens
the urge to write and make of words
something delightful.