Dreams Of A Child Poem by Patti Masterman

On the highest plateau, I found flowers
With starlight still lurking inside,
From the glow of the finest moon-hours
Where the dew and the fireflies abide.

Frost glittered like scattered gems,
Placed in shadow by dark-velvet hands,
And the plants there had smooth agate stems
At the edge of the deeper badlands.

I found dreams which were left by a child,
As he sailed far above the moon’s smile;
By small hands and soft eyes they were styled
And they twinkled for many more miles.