where my magic is understood dragons in flight, freed from the tethers of anyone's need are so beautiful to watch;
but there's a part of me that also wants to escape on the back of one into another realm where i am warmly accepted and loved where my magic is understood—
some forgotten princess which is suddenly remembered,
pulled away from a reality where she doesn't feel known or appreciated;
ever since i was a little girl i thought perhaps if i were good enough my father would come find me and take me home—
sometimes he was a prince or a king, but usually he was a vampire. -linda m. crate
to where i began no foundation to stand on, always feel like the sand beneath my feet is going to give out; will i be falling through stars until i land in the right universe? i can't shake the feeling that this is the wrong one, no one seems to understand me here; and no one has ever loved me the way i needed to be loved— no one seems capable of appreciating me and all of my magic, perhaps i just need to let the sand be washed away; maybe the ocean can take me back to where i began and i can find my home and these restless bones of mine can find rest. -linda m. crate
I sit on the screened in porch As night falls This summer night I enjoy the song of the forest around me The crickets sing loudest The frogs are second But they are not as lovely As the symphony the crickets are singing
