“the Childhood Dreams”



Moon light in my window tonight

Illuminating the book pages for sight

Stories of steads and great wars

Creaks of wind rumble the floor boards

Glancing out at the tundra forest maze

Reminiscing, a youthful child phase

Wild child through the woods we ran

Tree forts and trails, walking talkie can

Laying under the stars, talking of dreams

A child’s heart, in the light of our eyes, beams

“Oh to be young again,” no, I’m quite alright

Aging never dulled this kid, heart in flight

Drifting away, thinking of you

Shooting star, wish, may it come true


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