In your old nursery <br />we ride the rocking horse <br /> <br />of your childhood <br /> <br />colours sad & faded <br />paint peeling <br /> <br />I clasp your waist <br />enchanted <br />as you ride back into <br /> <br />your dreams <br /> <br />eyes closed <br /> <br />you tell me <br />you <br /> <br />use to rock like this <br /> <br />& dream of me <br />whoever I was to be <br /> <br />& now <br />here <br />we are <br /> <br />you smile <br />from very far away <br /> <br /> <br />tell me <br />I am <br /> <br />your dream <br />come true <br /> <br />as you drift dreamily <br /> <br />from little girl to young woman. <br /> <br />I more than <br />delighted to be <br /> <br />your Prince Charming. <br /> <br />The grinning rocking horse <br />galloping free <br /> <br />from fairytale <br />to Reality.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-is-a-wish-your-heart-makes-2/
