© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2012
Long long ago, in a dream, I danced and skipped along a winding moonlit path. It was like one of those summer nights in the country when the moon is full and everything is set aglow. If magic did exist, it would be on a night such as this. In the dream I skipped, above were the moon and stars to guide my way. They were so bright, so luminous, so large, I felt I could almost reach them. They did more than light the path. They followed me. And when I did reach up to them, I could touch them. And as I did, some of the stars came down and sat on my shoulders as I skipped along the path that night in my dream journey.
The Moon and Stars On My Shoulders
Starry Night by Alex Ruiz