The grass was damp darling,
or I would have been there sooner.
I slipped back inside for slippers,
the silver ones you like so much.
Then up the ladder of branches I went,
to the path set down by stars,
first North then left at Ursa Major.
I could’t bear the thought of missing you,
so I skipped the clouds like hopscotch,
tossing raindrops at my feet —
jump so high, touch the sky
turn around, touch the ground
And there I was,
led by moonlight to your side.
“Tonight when I am dreaming, kiss me,”
you were talking in your sleep.
“I just did,” I whispered as I opened my eyes.
WORDS ©2014, Jen Payne
IMAGE: Stella Dei Cieli by Edward Robert Hughes