A universe
spread before her
she joins up the stars
creates
constellations
of her own
making.
Here - The Pram.
There - The Dolly.
Creates what she
wants to see.
Her Painting by Numbers
fallen on the floor
its orders
ignored.
A purple sky
with yellow trees
blue people
walking over
the Magenta Hills.
A river gurgles
in its sleep.
Her head
a splash of gold
poured upon
her pillow.
I, the guardian
of her dreams
gently kiss
her.
The morning eagerly
awaits
her presence
but now sleep
bewitches her.
She my fairy tale
made real.
I believe in her.
Leave on tip toes
close the shhhhhh....
.......door.
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