Across the seas I heard a call
I’d waited so long to hear
“Come follow me”
I climbed to the top of the world
“Follow me” I heard more clearly
there it was a pathway
billowy like new snow
rimmed in gold flecked blue
“the first step is the most challenging”
I heard a whisper on the winds
I had dreams each night of being together
now that the time had come I was afraid
“you must believe there is a firm path”
Closing my eyes, I reached my arms before me knowing the first step would hold the answers…
~Take a step into the clouds and check out all the wonderful fiction posted each week in response to Rochelle’s prompt at Friday Fictioneers
penned in moon dust 