In Night


A dove flies above in night
Dropping something
Swooping, making a path of silvery light
The clouds go away
The moon reaches down
It grabs us with its silky arms
The water glistening down below
We walk on the stepping stars
Laughing as we glide through the air
We come closer as the moon cradles us to sleep
Then, the dove comes again, takes us back to ground before day.

by: Daniel A.
Springman Middle School