It promised to be a bright starry night
as the sun dipped over the horizon.
Poignantly poised the few clouds scatter
as majestically the moon makes her appearance.
So close as she starts her nightly sweep
her rays near bright as day, regally
she dominates the dark sending it to oblivion as
she highlights this and that according to her whim.
Fickly she slips behind some clouds and
plunges the lands into inky darkness.
Laughing with glee she travels to her zenith
hovering there perfectly framed in beauty.
Now past her apex time rushes on as she dips down
her stellar light slowly begins to fade away.
With a final flick she bathes the world in silver
then bows to the dawning sun as she slips away
Categories:
fickly, moon, night, stars, sun,
Form: Verse
There is a place
Where the road ends
And where magic begins
Where screams are whispers
And whispers are songs
Where nightmares are butterflies
And dreams are reality
So come and join me
Take my and I shall
Whisk you away to see
We will fly hand in hand
Through this little world of mine
Falling up through clouds
Leaping down into rain
And spinning ‘round between snow flakes
But hush and stay quiet
As to not scare the magic away
For it is a small fickly little thing
So remember when in a car or on a bike
Rather walking or skating
At any moment you can fall up
Into the clouds
And drop into my little world
Of fickle magic
And don’t forget to be silent
As you let it dance around you
Categories:
fickly, childrenmagic,
Form: I do not know?