Dreaming inside the box

 I was lucky enough to come across a wooden box, a nice, square, seemingly plain wooden box.

But then, when the lid slipped just a little, I felt the tingle of a wishful dream dance into me.

Once upon a Silver Moon’s dream

Light butterflies dancing shimmer over the hills unseen,

But while she sleeps a young girl believes

And so feels the magic as it weaves.

Far and close she hears the sound,

Of a snowy unicorn prancing on mossy ground.

Then Silver Moon’s beam stitches slippers of shine,

That as a princess upon her unicorn the mountain she might climb,

Towards a rainbow of Earth’s crystal seeds,

Each colour an adventure that will need her good deeds. 

For several days the box and I breathed in reverie and then I let my needle in...

Once upon a Silver Moon’s dream

Light butterflies dancing shimmer over the hills unseen,

But while she sleeps a young girl believes

And so feels the magic as it weaves.

Then Silver Moon’s beam stitches slippers of shine,

That as a princess upon her unicorn the mountain she might climb,

Towards a rainbow of Earth’s crystal seeds,

Each colour an adventure that will need her good deeds.