With dreams half dreamt
clutched tightly,
weaved between your fingers
you fall out of the night
and stumble into the day.

A poem , of sorts
and all sorts welcome
a dream takes on flesh
and you sing;
freedom carries you yonder.

Striding across all distance
with the Moon and the Sun
vying for love
you smile at their adolescence
and you tell them, " I love you both"