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Barefoot

She danced in moonlights shadow
barefoot grace upon the clouds,
her feet caressed by softest cotton white.
Her music was from raindrops
a’pattering on the stars
blowing kisses with their twinklings of light.
And when the angels saw her
they knew it was their daughter
who was searching for her way one rainy night.
They kissed her eyes with dewdrops
sprinkled moondust while they sang,
"go back because the timing isn’t right."
And so she bowed to angels
danced away across the clouds,
while they watched until she wasn’t in their sight.
She awakened in the morning
to a room so strange and stark
and she saw her parents standing there in fright.
They had watched her with a worry
as she seemed so far away,
their thinking was she’d taken final flight.
Teardrops fell down on their faces
as relief was clearly shown
and the mood inside that room reversed to bright.
"I was dreaming I was barefoot
dancing round with lovely angels
on the streets of heaven lined in cotton white,
but they wouldn’t let me stay there
as the time was yet to be
but I loved it dancing barefoot in the night."

©vrd.5/98

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