Mystical Flights
Night time falls gently
as the sun bids goodnight
stars sparkle with magic
in the moon’s soft light
fairies stretch and awaken
angels take their positions
candy floats in midair
for this heavenly tradition
puppies and kittens
frolic and play
time out corners
have floated away
grandmas sit waiting
in slow rocking chairs
grandpas play monster
dinosaurs and bears
here, shadowy figures
do not exist
nor do they linger
in a foggy mist
for the darkness gives way
to love’s brilliant light
as the dreams of sweet babies..
.. take mystical flight
when you watch your babies
smile in sleep
have no doubt
they’re in angel’s keep
should you take their hand
and clasp it tight
you shall too
take a mystical flight!
A Poem By Lisa Cecil (Willhite) www.firsttothelastbreath.com