Moonlight Mist

this is kind of a weird poem, but its one of my better ones.

The moon floats surely overhead,

in the spirit of the night.
clouds are dancing waltzing there,
doing it just right.
oh the graceful symphonies you hear,
from the birds wind, trees
pixies skip in the moonlight there,
to bring girls and boys their dreams.

fairies in the flowers laugh,
and elves jump from the trees
unicorns gallop from the woods,
in the moonlight breeze.
the amazing moonlight flowers grow,
and shrink just before dawn,
when no one knows that centaurs pranced,
right on their own front lawn.

early in the morning,
the moon says bye, oh bye
the spray of mist leaves the earth,
and pixies do not fly.
the little children wake and yawn,
for theres not a dream to be dreamt
and all the peculiar creatures,
are now sadly hidden and gone.

Reviews

[Rose Tyler]

Beautifully written, I love to ream about mythical creatures and magic. It makes me happy to have found a writer who can write about one of those things well!
Keep up the good work!