The Windowsill Poem by Brandy Green

I used to dream from a windowsill
Of fairies and dragons and sailing the sea.
On the windowsill I could be anything, as long as I just believed
I would soar with Peter Pan so high
I would dance with nutcrackers till the night did die
And I would fight brave battles on the edge space
On the windowsill where I used to dream I remember feelings of
Ecstasy.
Flying with the dragons and dinning with kings.
I could do whatever I pleased on the windowsill.
But now I've grown and can hardly remember that feeling I got
When all was well. I sit on the windowsill and I stare out waiting for the dreams to come once more. But all is gone and all I have left are the dreams to hold on to.