yes father i say, this is my heart’s desire <br />yes father this is my dream of dreams <br />no father, never could I leave india ever, <br />never father without visiting my friends, <br />you see they are so very precious and dear to me <br />and my friends have a special place in my heart <br />and if i were to leave without visiting them <br />i feel i would die, and the king of dreams thought <br />and contemplated this statement from his daughter <br />oh my, my child no worries, for you anything <br />of course we shall go and visit your favourite poet <br />and the lovely poetess you always speak <br />so highly of, to see her is a must on our agenda <br />and your favourite poet i feel i know him <br />for you speak of him twenty four hours a day <br />even in your sleep, have you tried reading other’s <br />poems my dear lovely sunprincess? <br />yes father but my favourite poet writes so nicely <br />he writes with a special technique, it would be so <br />difficult to find anyone who could write as well <br />for he has a great skill of rhyming, rhythm and flow <br />and with a great imagination, also this is true <br />he takes me there with him father every time, <br />when i read his work i feel his heart… <br />and the king had seen something, so very special <br />he had seen stars in her eyes and said no more <br />and sunprincess left to bring some darjeeling tea <br />to serve her father and speak of other things <br />as they sat in the warm morning sun...<br /><br />Rachel Nichols<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miss-you-iii-dream-of-dreams/
