Fata Morgana: Dragon and Fairy,
by J. W. Cassandra
You asked me what I am…
I am the storm:
I am the wild flash
I am the typhoon
I am the dragon and thunder
I am the thunderstruck of fate –
I am the mild cloak of charm
I am the charming night moonlight
I am the night-silver light
I am the zephyr
I am the gentle spring breeze
I am the fairy on butterfly wings
When you open up your eyes
I am your fortune, the goddess, high,
I am the secret here and all behind
I am your mourn and late midnight –
Dance with the Dragon!
Dance with the Fairy!
Whirling, dancing, we fail the judge:
I struck on the land as thunder
On my stone’s sitting the Dragon
I float on your dream as butterfly
You feel my twin souls in your soul –
We dream dancing through the night…
Some rose-petals fall down as dawn-pride:
We escaped the fear of the night –
I am the Dragon
I am the Fairy
I grab your soul by moon-charm
I save your soul by secret light…
18/03. 2019., by J. W. Cassandra
Okay, found it! 🤗
I’m glad that you found it. 🙂 I used to post here my writings in the next order: at first I share the poem or short story in English, then In Hungarian. If you scroll down, English version you find below the Hungarian one. I hope, you enjoyed it. 🙂
It’s a beautiful poem…
Whare do you find the words and inspiration from?
Thank you your praise. 🙂 I don’t know exactly, I’ve ever had it from my childhood in my heart or soul. I started to write in my 9-year-old age. A detective story, that I lost, of course. 🙂 And I continued it with translations from English, like Yeats, Blake, Shakespeare’s 75th Sonnet, etc., then I wrote by inspiration my own poems, short stories, tales, later dramas, novels, either. I used to feel this inspiration surprisingly, sometimes I write the poem on a strip of paper, fingering in the darkness, travelling in the night by our car, or something alike. 🙂 (The driver isn’t me). Then I used to make the fair copy, and I arrange my poems to volumes. I have so far 18 of them, more then 4100 poems. And novels, too. I remember when I was a little child, I wanted to know what are that patterns on papers, books in the hands of my parents, and they told me: letters. And they tell us tales… (I was only 3-4 years old then). So, I decided to read – and I learned it by myself when I was only 4 years old. And I decided to write stories, strongly, at that time. And I do it… I love to write, I’m curious, read a lot, used to talk to people about interesting topics, but sometimes, I only glimpse a flower, a cloud, a raindrop on a branch or on a petal – and I get the inspiration and write a new poem. Music can give me this marvel, either. Briefly: I don’t know. It’s natural for me as breathing. I love it. 🙂