Elevated

Wonderland

She stands on the edge.

Water splashes at her feet,

A fin grazes the surface.

Is it a mermaid?

She stands on the edge.

Wind whips around her body,

A shadow passes above.

Is it a dragon?

She stands on the edge.

Grass tickles her calves,

Hoofbeats sound in the distance.

Is it a centaur?

Or is it a dolphin,

An eagle,

A horse.

She stands on the edge,

Her head in the clouds,

So far from herself,

She won’t come back down.

Because up in the clouds,

The magic is real.

Her spirit is free,

For only her to see.

And maybe,

Just maybe,

In another time,

In another life,

Others will see it, too.

– kh.

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