Poem -

A Childs Dream

A Childs Dream

Dreary head, soft pillow you lay,
Eyes adrift resist to play.
Open book and stories in flow,
Sweet dreams my child, thoughts in grow.

Ebullience in spherical, hysterical surrounds,
Abundant in hue and lyrical of sound,
Ingenuous glee and wonderment of all,
Prancing fay and spritely in fall.

Be anything you wish, dragon or fish,
Fly to the stars, dive into the abyss.
Cheshire cats grin within moonlights glare,
Ascended to the clouds via spiral in stair.

A terrain of monsters of the cuddling type,
Surround you in dance, music and hype.
Warmth of the dawn caresses your skin,
Stretch and yawn, a new day to begin.

 

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sally

Awesome read Simon!

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Larry Ran

My Dear Simon,

It is a rare gift, to be able to dive so eloquently into the mind of a child.
You have done so, perfectly, with your beautiful poem.

Peace and Love,
Larry xxx

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Simon Bromley

Larry bless you, suppose I have my 3 year old daughter to thank for that and constant bed time stories lol.  Thank you.

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Larry Ran

Dear Simon,

I have three daughters, and remember those bed time stories well.

Peace and Love,
Larry xxx

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