Moonbeam Fae

Written for My Jessica (8 months without her)

Hopefully,
enough was imparted in you
to plant a fragrant garden
of love and promise.
You are my true angel-seed.
My Morningstar.

This is our spring,
where white lilies
dance at our feet,
and butterflies
kiss our eyelids.

I will hide you in safe places
where the sun shines through
shady trees, and moss grows to
soften your bed.

I will persuade magic fae to sing to
you lullabies from Avalon,
and watch as dew caresses your
lashes while you slumber still.

And as languid passes of
moonbeam fae drift above us,
I will await the flutter of my
princess Morningstar, and the
break of a new day.

You were right little one
I can't exist with out you...