Join The Dots

A universe spread before her she joins up the stars creates constellations of her own making. Here - The Pram. There - The Dolly. Creates what she wants to see. Her Painting by Numbers fallen on the floor its orders ignored. A purple sky with yellow trees blue people walking over the Magenta Hills. A river gurgles in its sleep. Her head a splash of gold poured upon her pillow. I, the guardian of her dreams gently kiss her. The morning eagerly awaits her presence but now sleep bewitches her. She my fairy tale made real. I believe in her. Leave on tip toes close the shhhhhh.... .......door.