A little goddess
Appearing,
Crystallising, shimmering
Moving gently between
nothing and something
In a moment,
And softly
In this silver shining morning
The world holds its quiet breath
Small birds stilled and silent
And we wait
At the threshold
In a thin place
Where fairies
dance like lapwings
And mythic creatures
Take form
And our eyes will meet
And souls entwine
We dance like breath
above the moss
In silver clouds
And smiling
#poetry