Childhood

Off to the land of dragons and foreign tongues
by the magic of copper trupence.
No more for a summer the run for snuff
but a stream, a forest and a night with stars.

You see a boy faint in the distance, I see a hero
waiting to find that sliver moment when dappled
sun kissed him like a mother, when roaring stream
bounced him high like a father, when he knew joy.

A land where the moon dances and the
Prince waits for true love carried by a unicorn,
where giants roar and the book of your dreams
make being alone a distant song for another day