Moon Child – TB

10 Sep

She dreams of

Sandy toes and salty kisses.

The wind it blows,

waves carry her wishes.

Her hopes in a bottle

Sink to the bottom.

Yet she returns to the sea

Hoping he

Will too.

The bottle lifts from the bottom

And drifts further northward.

Scooped out by the fisherman

Who remembers the dreams he had.

Lifting the anchor

He sets out meet her,

Sailing the high seas,

Hoping once more to see her.

Then sailing into the harbour,

He sails into her arms again.

At last.

The stars they shimmer brightly,

They hold each other tightly.

She speaks but quite quietly,

“Stay wild, my moon child”


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