Wandering

The moon glow bathes my soul
Wrapping it in healing balm
Letting me walk free through
The heavens, such a lark
Things I am not allowed
To do by day take flight at
Night such dreams of fancy
Pull my longing heart
To fancy thoughts of safety
Oh, the sport of walking in this
Light which does not pull me
Into darkness but into wonderful
Light a fantasy buried in the soul