With silver threads of blessings

From moon drops I sew,

Tips painted with luminous love

A pair of wings for you....

Lined with bits of eager winds

That lift them to the sky,

Dusted with magic breaths of hope

To the stars you will fly.

Destiny's tremulous whispers, beckon

To witness the galaxies' rebirth,

Born to reign in the celestial sphere

You're not meant to walk the bare earth

© Manic Sylph 2015