Moon so bright within the night
Like magic in a potion
There so wondrous did appear
Wings of great devotion

Twirling all around her
As peacefully she slept
Each little one spreading love
So quietly adept

Touching her with beauty
With love that she would share
Such magic in this dreaming
Her heart was with them there

Should she open up her eyes
She thought that they would go
So sleeping in this gentleness
The wings went to and fro

Love is always landing
With very gentle wings
Beauty always streaming
With tenderness it brings.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright November 7, 2003