an interlude of magic
\nin Avalon perhaps
\nin a tiny changing room
\namongst all of those wraps
\nonce clad in studs and leggings
\nand hair of sable strand
\nwith boughs of cherry blossom
\nand gold and silver sand<\/p>\n
of sentient persuasion
\na soft heart in repose
\nankle boots and laces
\na kind of fragrant rose
\nthe place was decked in fineries
\nclothes of every hue
\nlace and mesh and cotton mist
\nand of course that great bamboo<\/p>\n
fair traded and organic
\njust beautiful to see
\nsweet Italian petals
\nand a blush of delicacy
\none after another the dresses
\nshe did try
\nMimosa Mirage transformations
\nand a sea goddess, so shy <\/p>\n
shell like pink embroidery
\nmatched oceans with the sky
\neach twirl was like a warm mistral
\nthat swept into each eye
\nbrushing me with blessings
\nalmost from the start
\nthat smile she wore most of the day
\nit clearly stole my heart<\/p>\n
a night and day creation
\nsaturns rings on fire
\nthose heavy pink and purple coats
\nrandom with desire
\na coat of many colours
\na visionary display
\nnomadic in its influence
\nso beautiful I’d say<\/p>\n
a host of pretty garlands
\neach piece the goddess wore
\nmore beautiful more spectacular
\nthan the one she’d worn before
\nin that little pokey changing room
\nthe sweet Italian Rose
\ntransformed into a goddess
\nand inside of me she grows<\/p>\n
more beautiful each moment
\nmore special every hour
\nher verve and inclination
\nher unbelievable power
\nof knowing how to wear each piece
\nand make it look sublime
\na sweet art of attraction
\na reaction to a rhyme<\/p>\n
she has that special something
\na uniqueness through and through
\nattracting all that special light
\nwhich nobody else can do
\nthe colours of a rainbow
\nthe crystal’s facets, she
\nprocesses it and shares it
\nwithin such mystery<\/p>\n
everything she ever wears
\nis created from her heart
\na belt a sash its visionary
\nI dont know where to start
\nand to see her in this little store in
\nGlastonbury I knew
\nshe was in her element
\nfor her light shone on me too<\/p>\n
I never have been so happy
\neuphoric that was me
\nwatching her delight in all she wore
\nshe seemed so free
\nand easy so relaxed and swept
\nup in the dreams we spun
\nI loved her and I watched her laughing
\nas each she undone<\/p>\n
and changed and tried and wore and loved
\neach special garment she
\nmade her own yes she alone
\nknows exactly how to be
\nbeautiful beyond words
\ngraceful in repose
\nclearly she is sensational
\nas the magician knows<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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