Dreams Of The Three

    dreams of the three...

a child will close their eyes to sleep,

dreams sparkle and light up the mind

if i had magic that opened their thoughts,

what wonders in there, would we find

racing across a painted pink pale blue sky,

astride wild unicorns made up of nice

collecting love chains as they pass bye,

ease of movement that has no price

golden sunrays gathered in a daisy pail,

then taken to a safe and warm place

all the while catching white butterfly,

chasing mud covered hands across a face

picking up pavements that start to melt,

sure to carry them around all day

swim jungle rivers, fighting crocodile

making friends with a giant, along the way

scoring great goals on a cup final day,

sister fighting for favourite dolls head

counting the legs on talking centipede,

then store them in your aunt's lovely bed

mud pies and cakes with snail and worms,

travel miles on feathered pathways to a star

riding rainbows on an ostrich, lions at your back,

all this fun and a sunlit morning, not far