Beyond

the wind sways gently at midnight stroke
the skies are ebony with a tinge of hope
the stars are coruscating in a magical note
as the child looks beyond his window sill

shadows are creeping everywhere
the mystical night has just begun
dancing creatures, song and rhyme
as the child looks beyond his window sill

tempted to explore, wanting more,
the child edges forward, trying to soar
suddenly, unexpectedly, with a sweep off his feet
he's falling headlong to the concrete ground

with a swish, he's up again
soaring the skies with some lovely butterflies
bigger than he, with the colours of the rainbow
on a marvelous, magical expedition

he can see the shadows way below
dancing, merrily, it's freedom tonight!
he attempts to move closer
to admire this glorious sight

as he edges forward,
he sees it all
the carefree creatures
embracing the hour and

he slides off the majestic wings
together, along with the breeze
in the peaceful midnight air
towards the window sill he knew so well

the child blinks slightly.

gone are the shadows of the night.
as he turns for one last glance,
he saw a glimpse of the rainbow fading into the night