poetry for delight

keely

The dark ropes of hair hung
from my scalp freely.

Running with my childish ways,

I didn't run too far though,
dreams and fantasies would
chase me like a herd of wild elephants.

Those dreams are long forgotten.

Now, fragile curls feather
away from my worn scalp.

I don't run anymore, my dreams lie under my nose,

I was finally able to dream with my eyes open.

Stars shine bright,

let them rain down upon
me, brighter.

Twinkle in my eye.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star."