CHILD´S DREAMS:

With your little head upon night´s sweet pillow,

You run to dreamland while your curtains billow,

With a milky smile upon your sweet sleeping lip,

Leaving me, off to your fantasy land you gaily trip.

You fight bad dragons with Excalibur´s magic sword,

You cross Troll´s Mountains over wild oceans & fords,

At times you´re the bravest of hero´s that saves the day,

At times you whimper in your sleep & I know you´re afraid.

Pistachioed pixies sing, cavort & around bush fires dance,

Fairies waving glittering wands while they flitter & prance,

Witches & warlocks around cauldrons cast deep dark spells,

While you little one, cast golden coins into magic wishing wells.

You´re fireman, astronaut, Red Indian & galloping cowboy too,

Once in dreamland you´ve marched, you´ve soared & even flew,

With joy, with fear, with magic & all the most beautiful things,

Letting you be who you want to be & to fly with Angels wings.

When you awake, you stretch, yawn & sleepily, sweetly smile,

Running to my bed saying, “Mum, please stay here a little while,

I want to tell you where I went when the night was very black”,

And snuggling close, after telling me, says, “But I´m so glad I´m back.”