Which Way to Oz?

Settling dust kicked up on the night road
softly, your voice lifts the sky blanket. Sing,
Pretty One, you are the universe’s glitter
adventure (or something like it) lives waiting
all the wheres you are. In hearts here, not
far from here.
Dear Pretty One, show stopper-
Could we write somewhere outside the
echoes of darkness, a place we’re welcome
exactly as we are? With ink we can draw new
stories, brick any color road. Survive. Thrive.