on moonlit pillow
On moonlit pillow ere I sleep
Wings of grace rise from the deep
O’er memories rippling through my mind
Swells of emotion intertwined.
A child again, I splash and play
Unaware of skies turned gray
Or shards of rock waiting for my feet
Remains of trusted adult’s defeat.
Innocence subtly weaned away
In each distorted communique.
Marshalling strength, I pushed on
Running a lost child’s marathon.
Now grown, mature I will be
Able of necessity to take care of me.
Yet, in the depths of dreams
Bubbles rise in steady streams.
Then, purest feathers sweep my face
Covering each wounded place.
Looking upon his body, I could see
Scars borne to set me free.
I cried, “Free me from this pain.”
He smiled as peace fell like rain.
“Come fly with me,” He turned to go.
“I have the secret you need to know.”
Then from my slumber I arose
Leaving behind my dirty clothes
The child within adopted new.
Filled with love long overdue.