Thursday, April 25, 2013

My Wil-O-Wisp

It's national poetry month and I've finally written a poem. I don't know where it came from. It just... came. This poem is for all children who have left their parents early.

and listen,
my little wil-o-wisp.
Can you hear
the tree frogs?
The night birds?
They're singing for you.
They sing
to welcome you
into their realm.

at the stars.
They wear their best
for you.
Will you dance?
Will you dance with them?

Go my child.
Dance among the stars
to the night music.
I will follow
in my time.

One day.
One day I will follow.
Till then
dance among the stars.

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