Dancing on Moonbeams

a poem

I used to be able to fly.

I danced upon moonbeams,

Leapt through the sky,

Butterflies, twists, promenades.

My legs gracefully glided

Carrying me toward the stars

To the sound of the bodhran

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Brigit Callaghan Stacey

Storyteller from Chicago. Loves writing about motherhood, romance & everyday magic. Follow me at BrigitStacey.com & Instagram BrigitStacey.