sailing out to your island; fresh turnips with pepper and olive oil; holding the silver sword high overhead.

collecting honey from your hives; untying a turban of purple silk; meeting by the edge of the lake at dawn.

small moments that mean a lot; a Sunday kind of love; the indigo blue that Merlin is enveloped in.

floating inside a lavender soap bubble; the perfect weekend in Jamaica; leaving the doors and windows wide open.

the magic carpet getting entangled in tree tops; a strange black dog on your doorstep; soaring up to your nest in the cliff tops.

the sparkle of the Pleiades in Taurus; dancing barefoot by the edge of the oasis; the pain dissipating into the pool of dark.

charging along the edge of the cliff on a white steed; a moment outside of time; the shadow of a cloud.

your ship coming into harbor; gazing at the smoldering embers and seeing a salamander; lifted into the starry night sky on wings of courage and compassion.

whirling under the palm trees in the desert; the strangest flower you’ll ever find; waiting under the banyan tree.

the guitar player serenading you outside your window; sliding down the side of a rainbow and finding a pot of gold; the surprise of a lifetime.

the wind from the south; the Madagascar Red Owl on the branch outside your window; discovering a magic pool in the middle of dense jungle.

walking a path of moonlight across the lake; sitting still; a hearty handshake after breakfast.

the White Horse of Uffington seen from the sky; dreaming of wild strawberries in the woods; the parting of the ways.

carving a watermelon for the festival; three peacocks on the lawn; painting the clouds – actually painting them.

a moment branching into a tree; encountering Merlin at dawn and being given instructions; cheering the parade.

a friendly hand helping you over the stream; donning your crimson velvet robes with the gold satin lining; the garden soaked in starlight.

pulling the sword from the stone; standing on the docks of Marseilles after a great moment; temperance.

waiting under the acacia tree for the moon to rise; playing with friendly dragons on the back of the mountain; the sails unfurling in the salty air.

leaving the shipwreck behind and swimming across the lagoon to the sandy shore; the moment just before you win the best prize of all; violets blue as your eyes; only keeping your heart’s desire and letting the rest go.

hunting, playing, roaring, and resting; a gossamer gown of rose silk chiffon; the mysterious trail leading to an invisible house.

taking off the mask at midnight; the great shout of victory; seeing the flightless bird on Tristan da Cunha,

the waves as high as the mountains behind them; admiring his fine ears; sunshine pouring through the stained glass window.