In your old nursery
we ride the rocking horse
of your childhood
colours sad & faded
paint peeling
I clasp your waist
enchanted
as you ride back into
your dreams
eyes closed
you tell me
you
use to rock like this
& dream of me
whoever I was to be
& now
here
we are
you smile
from very far away
tell me
I am
your dream
come true
as you drift dreamily
from little girl to young woman.
I more than
delighted to be
your Prince Charming.
The grinning rocking horse
galloping free
from fairytale
to Reality.
Yepper, Scarlett DOES like your poems...and you! Wonderful poet that you are, both in poetry and prose...
Wow. I can see why Scarlett likes your poems. Definitely a 10 from me. I especially like the ending. avr
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I would like to translate this poem
And wow again! This is just...lovely. What a beautiful journey to make through someone's past and all through the magical talisman of the rocking horse. This is a perfect dream of a poem...a fairy tale come through. You way of expressing love and awarenes is just so beautiful at times but you have surpased yourself here. This is just a gorgeous sumptious feast of words and conceits fused together by the strength of your storytelling. You have brought all the elements together and fused them into a very special piece of writing. Wow and wow! GinaXXX