Random thoughts and acts of incoherent ramblings

There’s a New Moon in the arms of the Old Moon tonight,

 and just beyond here, there be Dragons.....

waiting.

If you are not a dreamer, nor a buyer of magic beans;

if you’ve never been spellbound by faeries,

 nor seen a satyr on the edge of the woods;

then where do you go when you close your eyes?

And, what is it that happens in your reverie?

If you have never walked the periphery with abandon,

 nor danced alone on an empty beach;

if you’ve never ridden a train to nowhere,

or walked hand in hand with a giant;

 then where do you go when you close your eyes?

And, what is it that happens in your reverie?

Tonight the Moon is New,

 cradled in the arms of an old friend,

and just beyond here, there be Dragons……

waiting.

What better time, my friend?