Images 2 Poem by Phil Soar

Where angels tread lightly among clouds of pure white
And their stories play tunes in the dark of the night
Where elves and small pixies dance circles round trees
Where their footprints pressed softly on decomposed leaves

Where a magical unicorn prances through fields
And his hooves make impressions in grass not revealed
And the moon shines a kind of elliptical white
The images dwell in my memory tonight