To the Moon

by Edward Craig
(Seattle, Wa)

She is pure magic
Dancing barefoot to the stars
Paper cuts along the jagged tears
And butterfly filled jars
To the lingering scent
Of all the years
Fragile little bird blue
That she may still love
That painted white dove
The deep wild heart of you
To all those kisses she offered
Satin paper heart love’s swoon
And all wild letters whispered
Sung gently to the moon