Poem: Childhood Dreams Come True

Beneath the skies of endless blue,
Where castles gleamed and skies were new,
A child would dream with hopeful eyes,
Of wonders vast, of distant skies.

A simple wish, a whispered prayer,
To touch the stars, to breathe the air
Of places where the wild hearts roam,
Where every dream can find its home.

The years went by, as years will do,
Yet in the heart, those dreams still grew.
The road was long, the journey wide,
But every step was worth the ride.

And then one day, a spark, a glow,
A moment came, and dreams would show.
The stars above, the skies so bright,
Were not so far, just out of sight.

For childhood dreams, though faint and small,
Can rise again and conquer all.
What once was whispered in the dark,
Now shines like gold, a glowing spark.

So here I stand, a dreamer true,
With all I hoped for now in view.
For childhood dreams, so pure, so free,
Have found their way, and now they see.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie