Word unspoken
yelps ignored
Will it be time.
with the coming sunrise.
i will be there,
I am already here.
Sweet boy,
sweet girl.
You are children,
as wise as the ancient Sun.
as quiet as the ageless Moon.
I feel it may be time,
and if that is so,
I will remember you in the place
of pixie dreams
the space where all magic resides,
and innocence is tender and whole.
You will reside there, within my awareness
until you are ready to be your again,
and are given life from the Moon