Dancing on Moonbeams
Mar 13, 2023
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
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
Storyteller from Chicago. Loves writing about motherhood, romance & everyday magic. Follow me at BrigitStacey.com & Instagram BrigitStacey.