Sunday 16 February 2014

Dreaming inside the box

 I was lucky enough to come across a wooden box, a nice, square, seemingly plain wooden box.
But then, when the lid slipped just a little, I felt the tingle of a wishful dream dance into me.


Once upon a Silver Moon’s dream
Light butterflies dancing shimmer over the hills unseen,
But while she sleeps a young girl believes
And so feels the magic as it weaves.
Far and close she hears the sound,
Of a snowy unicorn prancing on mossy ground.
Then Silver Moon’s beam stitches slippers of shine,
That as a princess upon her unicorn the mountain she might climb,
Towards a rainbow of Earth’s crystal seeds,
Each colour an adventure that will need her good deeds. 


For several days the box and I breathed in reverie and then I let my needle in...

Once upon a Silver Moon’s dream
Light butterflies dancing shimmer over the hills unseen,
But while she sleeps a young girl believes
And so feels the magic as it weaves.
Then Silver Moon’s beam stitches slippers of shine,
That as a princess upon her unicorn the mountain she might climb,
Towards a rainbow of Earth’s crystal seeds,
Each colour an adventure that will need her good deeds. 



2 comments:

  1. Just wonderfully beautiful! Lovely work from a fellow doll maker ;p

    Many Blessings,
    Samantha Disch {Wild Maple Wool}

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    1. Thank you so much Samantha and blessings for your day
      xx Sylwyn

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