May 8, 2017

THE CHILD IN ME (A journey thru dreams..)

I woke up to a dream,
A dream so pristine....

Between placid meadows and floral scents
The arty laces encasing all the presents
With luscious lavenders and riant roses
The kind of pinks from poems and prose’s
Elaborate brocades outlined my linen
Silk ribbons holding, my hair insane

My Barbie dolls and those teddy bears
I held ‘em close, for losing.... I feared

That revealing smile, I always wore on my lips
As they kissed and dressed me, fastening the zips

Zips that were only meant to seal....
My thoughts, my fate, my plans and fears
My freedom of speech in the coming years
And to succumb silently, without any tears

I knew of nothing, no hate, no lust
As I lay playing with the silver dust
“Greet and Smile”, was always a must
This world is good, so you must trust

I was there, now heading into my teens
Look through me, to be able to believe in


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