Come dance with me

The Magic of the Child
Come and dance with me.

“As you reach into your pocket for a story,
for a shiny star,
for a magical ribbon of poetry
to be seen,
heard and remembered.
The clasp of the golden button is opened,
and a garment is revealed.
A cloth of golden light placed over all children as they sleep.”

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“Awaken now it is morning and the dance of Life begins,
the sewing of a magical stitch,
a thread of cotton weaves its path along the garments made especially for the children of the earth.
Can you hear we dance the steps?
We are alive with Golden drops.
Come home,
Come hither,
And dance the dance.

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Then quiet comes overall.
Be still.
Be alive in the glistening of the pure light.
A library of awakened dreams.”

*

The Children are the guardians.
In their hands are the sacred temples of life,
which capture the golden threads –
glistening streams as stories …. They shrowed the earth’s carpet with petals of glory.

“Will you come and dance the story with a pocket of Glory?”
“Aye” said the child.
“I know the steps well.”
And with a glint in its eye continues to say…

“Finish your dream and we will see your eyes upon the new day.
A pod of golden light awaits your awakening,
and perhaps we will stay a little longer until another new day.
For there the brightness of Life shines upon all who see.”

“Do not be afraid to dance the dance.
Once more for all of We!
To tap your foot upon the earth’s floor
Merry we be!

For you will hear more
as new day births and breaks.”

Tap tap you go!
yes, you are a dancing,
you are alive with the singing and the ringing of the new fire within you.
all aglow.

And so, at last the child can be free.
the song continues and the stitch completes another garment to be worn.
As the fabric soft and gentle is placed upon thee now.

Be the breeze.
The gentle light upon the trees returns you to your bed as all is said.
The Gold is adorn.

Alstar©