Dream Stars

Last night I dreamed . . .
Or maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t a dream --
While moonbeams filtered through windows,
My darkened room began to quiver, shimmer . . .
Unbelieving, my eyes beheld
Dozens and dozens of tiny stars,
Stars everywhere, sliding
Down, down, down my walls
Little riots of light, leaping to and fro,
Pointed hands and feet sparking,
Sparking whatever they touched . . .
Lilting Munchkin laughter, ethereal,
Filled my ears
They frolicked and fluttered and flitted about . . .
And then tiny voices tinkled this little ditty:
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are . . .”
While they danced across piano keys and cartwheeled along my xylophone.
My delighted trance continued and I watched these sprites
As they flickered, faded into beams of the rising sun,
Bittersweet
This morning I found glitter . . .

© Paula J. Botch
April 14 & 15, 2009