Whoosh! Phhvvt! A firework whizzed up in vain hope to fly higher than me. I gazed down from my indigo sky and the dragons opened their starry eyes to shine upon the Earth. I saw it all; the tall ships, the fireworks , the singing, the dancing, everything. And I knew it would continue until the Night Walker glided gracefully back across the sky to his home and the Sun shone down to the little planet. A Catherine Wheel swirled around my toes and I laughed at the wonderful feeling. Somewhere down on Earth, a young girl looked up and said to her mother, “The moon just laughed, Mama, I think a firework tickled his feet.” “Oh darling,” she replied to her child “what a wonderful imagination you have, now let’s go home so that we can dream about it. It’s well past your bedtime.” I decided to watch the Moon Child’s dream.
Drip,drip. Drip, drip. Sitting in a cave . Protected by a silver dragon with starry eyes. A large deep pool. The night sky reflected, trapped inside a seemingly bottomless bulk of water. A small corner of Paradise. “Only four more corners to go, four more corners to find,” she said, almost wistfully, and then lay down to sleep on the coiled tail of the silver dragon and fell asleep.
She would wake up after I had left, as a normal human not as the moon child she really was, and not know anything about the dream that wasn’t a dream. I sighed and sat back to watch the rest of the festival, until the town clock struck five. …to be continued…