November 4, 2009

on the way


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

1 comment:

  1. my bedtime? your bedtime? i don't know what bedtime is!
    safe wanderings... till next time!