Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden: Daisy Meets Luna (Chapter 3 of 7)

Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden: Daisy Meets Luna (Chapter 3 of 7)
by Christopher Sopher
℗ Published by Christopher Sopher Media, LLC © 2011–2025

Valley of the Sun Press — Crazy Daisy the Pug© Poetry
December 4, 2025

Daisy Meets Luna
Volume 1, Poetry 3 of 7

Soft paws upon the mossy ground,
a silver pool, a world unbound.
Daisy drinks, the moment still—
then something flickers past her will.

Not food. Not toy. Not squirrel nor stone.
Something whispers, not alone.

She steps with care, her breath held tight,
ears attuned to unseen light.
The garden hums with secrets deep,
woven into wind and leaf.

And then—a shimmer, soft and bright,
a weightless glow, a thread of light.
Not bird, nor moth, nor firefly,
but something dancing through the sky.

A figure small, yet vast as stars,
a glimmered touch of light and scars.
With wings that catch the sun’s embrace,
hovering in time and space.

Daisy tilts her head just so,
eyes wide with wonder’s glow.
“I see you there,” she softly sighs,
a greeting wrapped in knowing eyes.

The fairy turns, a smile plays,
her laughter drifting, light in rays.
“I see you too,” she speaks so kind,
her voice like chimes caught in the wind.

“What’s your name?” the pug inquires,
as curiosity ignites like fires.
“Luna,” says the winged delight,
a name that feels like stars at night.

Daisy nods, her tail sways free,
“I’m Daisy, and you know me?”
A chuckle lifts from Luna’s chest,
as soft as clouds where dreams find rest.

“Oh, we know you, little one,
we’ve watched you play beneath the sun.
We’ve seen you chase the morning light,
we’ve heard your sighs in silent night.”

Daisy’s wrinkled brow does frown,
“But I’ve not seen you ‘round my town.”
Luna grins, her wings unfold,
her laughter spun in threads of gold.

“That doesn’t mean we weren’t right here,
dancing just beyond your ear.
In hidden spaces, hush between,
the moments lost, the ones unseen.”

Then—a second flash takes flight,
a boy with wings in streaks of white.
He twists, he spins, his laughter wild,
his spirit free, a dancing child.

Daisy barks, “Hey, I see you there!”
He grins midair, without a care.
“And I see you, down on the ground,
Daisy the Pug, so wise, so sound.”

Her ears perk high, confusion plays,
“How do you know my name this way?”
The boy just winks, then dips and soars,
like wind unchained, like open doors.

Luna’s eyes hold knowing deep,
a gaze that sees through wake and sleep.
“Because we watch, we listen true,
we see the things unnoticed too.”

Daisy’s world, once small and tight,
now stretched beyond the edge of sight.
For magic lived where roots entwined,
where whispered things had space to shine.

And so, the dream did spiral wide,
as Daisy stood, eyes open, wide.
A pug who saw, a pug who knew—
the garden’s world was vast and true.

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