Bubbling brook

In the meadows of this wide old world
On winds with whispers long enswirled
In moonlights silver cloak unfurled
He awaits you in a dream

Near the coolness of a bubbling brook
In the shadow you watched what barely shook
As something crooked out to have a look
And in yours eyes set a gleam

Was a slender wolf with a shaggy tail
Looking hungry and just a bit to frail
It drew deep breaths as if to wail
When it saw you by the stream

And its pink soft toungue hung idly by
It stretched its legs and yawned a sigh
He lay down to watch this passerby
Who was more than they would seem

So to you dear dreamer near the water
Dare you fearfully to creep and totter
To the wolf whose breath is growing hotter
Or instead, will you just scream

Or instead, will you just scream

Child

Little me in you I see
I'll hold you
Like it should have been

And give to all a little you
I'll be your guide
And see you through

For you I'll be a guiding light
A star afar in darkest night
A soothing voice to calm your fright
A force for you when you must fight

Let me be your memory
When sadness brings you to your knees
Of smiles and laughter in the spring
Of wind and creaking strength of trees

My only wish, my only dream
Is for you to shine and burn and gleam
Like sunlight pouring down the beam
To a golden ripple on the stream

Ask me no questions - Wendy Mcneill

Quote for today (well, very very early this morning)

The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at or repair.

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