The came as soon as the moon began to bleed
as silent as a forgotten breeze in the desert.
Snowflake wings the color of dancing rainbows
attached to nature's children with moonlight skin.
They gracefully sat on the petals of daisies
some asleep on top their golden crown.
Each faintly glowed under the red moon,
all with short hairs whiter than freshly fallen snow.
They conversed in a perfect duet of bells and mandolins;
It was the tune of the universe, perfect and unblemished.
But as the wound of the moon began to close
and its silvery light begun to shine once more,
nature's children gently rode the passing wind
to fade once more into myths and legends.