She walked across rooftops
collecting dreams from sleeping children
and placed them safely
in the nest of the arms of the stars above
She is the music in the silence
and the words and hope
in every wish and prayer
She taught fire the art of poetry
and then set the sun ablaze
and let it drift off into the sky
She carved the moon from the moody sky
and taught it the language
of melancholy lullabies
and then pinned it to the night
She is part
ocean and mist
sand and shore
mountain and river
breeze and wind
leaf and branch
and is in everything
that is beautiful about love
If you are lucky you might hear her footsteps
gliding gracefully over your roof
and in dreaming you will see her smile
and in seeing her smile you will know
why the stars glimmer and shine
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
She walked across rooftops
collecting dreams from sleeping children
and placed them safely
in the nest of the arms of the stars above
She is the music in the silence
and the words and hope
in every wish and prayer
She taught fire the art of poetry
and then set the sun ablaze
and let it drift off into the sky
She carved the moon from the moody sky
and taught it the language
of melancholy lullabies
and then pinned it to the night
She is part
ocean and mist
sand and shore
mountain and river
breeze and wind
leaf and branch
and is in everything
that is beautiful about love
If you are lucky you might hear her footsteps
gliding gracefully over your roof
and in dreaming you will see her smile
and in seeing her smile you will know
why the stars glimmer and shine
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