Granny's Magic

Granny always told me about the magic
It always started with a warm safe feeling
The feeling that comes from being loved
Climbing on clouds pulled by silver unicorns
Calling the spring
In a dawn light as crystal
Balmy as sugar syrup I stirred in my sleep
Smelling the fresh baked bread on her table
Listened to the lullabies sung by the river

Her voice made of butterflies and sunlight
Soothed me to sleep
Until the unicorns faded yawning
Into the whispering sea of morning
And butterflies settled into coloured rainbows

Now I remember Granny’s voice in magic dreams
And how she could always make the bad things vanish.