on the way

©Gazza

black cat crossed the path again as the luminary watched

wishes willed the world to change and

now is filled with magic fairy dust

the wanderlust and mistrust of lost and lonely child

walks feverishly through the cloud

falling ever slightly in the fluff that holds her feet

feeling gently frightened by the mystery beneath

the weightlessness of her wishes make her float

and bathe in the silvery glow of the moon

good night sweet girl, its past your bedtime