And I imagine them swinging their unblemished legs,
Knocking their delicate heels against the surface
of the Moon they perch on the edge of.
Laughter twittering into the open air to float
and spread among the stars they strung up
like fairy lights because it reminds them
of Christmas time when they graced the earth.
Swathed in soft white, yellows, blues, and lavender,
they hop along and squeal and giggle,
playing an on going game of hide and seek,
some times surprised when they find
a new playmate has joined the game.
Lovingly the Moon smiles as they play
until they yawn sweetly and it’s time to lay their heads,
upon the soft pillows She gives for them.
And as She lays them down to sleep,
their Souls Hers to keep
and protect through the night,
She swells just that much more to make room
for the next Rise for new Sweet Little Angels
when they arrive to play.