Author: Lisa La Grange

I can only think in rhyme,
carried along by the rhythm,

“I cut down my lilac today,”
she said as she glanced at his face.
He didn’t respond or betray
a change she could easily trace.

The only way for her to reach this place,
was to climb the mountain;
a giant volcanic citadel, soaring towards the clouds.

Beyond this place a region lies,
where gleaming marble mountains rise,
and rainbows curve their ribboned beams,

She stands before a mirror that is broken,
with jagged cracks distorting her reflection . . .

The books she is reading alone in the night
illumine her mind with a curious light,
revealing a pathway ahead,

Streets glitter
with sparkling showers

The moon is like a gleaming pearl
above the tropic ocean,
where crested waves like seashells curl

A knight in amour stands within a clearing,
as sunlight sparkles through the leafy cover
of branches as he waits for her appearing.