Surfing phosphorescent seas
I touch the twinkling tinsel stars
dancing dreams with rags of gold
weave and fold, weave and fold.
Creating from the cosmic robe
a cradle soft in plait perfection
pillows spun from moonbeam glow
spin and sew, spin and sew.
In woven sleep I sweep the sky
brushing glittered star dust clouds,
burnishing with rags of gold
shine and fold, shine and fold.
Until the dew-soaked morning sun
wakes me in its rainbow bower
I touch lace cobwebs spider spun
from rags of gold.
Published in The Dawntreader by Indigo Dreams Publishing
https://www.indigodreams.co.uk
Curly Moon 