two silver rings

they're traveling as they've always traveled

by night wrapped in silk

colors woven by the moon

the children sleep in the cool

whispers of movement

and the lullaby of silver rings

stars are strung like sparkling beads

along heaven's highway

traded high

resting around the throats of wanderers

the days rest shaded by hemp

perfumed by lemon and carob

by the bubbling fountain of children's laughter

they're traveling as they've always traveled

wrapped in silk

colors woven by the sun