As the moon rises over the earth
Magical thoughts soar into space
Minds fall in orbit around quilts
Patchworks of memories floating
Like white feathers softly blowing
The magic of time falling like down
Soft pillows for each child to dream
To stir up the fancy of imaginations
Guardians of angels leading legions
Of children to walk through heaven
A journey to taste the fruit of truth
God is the sweetness of our destiny
The tangible love of mere innocence
Walking into peaceful dreamscapes
To plant seeds of His righteousness

©Kathy Paysen 2009