Dream Life

                                                   she asked him how he'd done it how he'd built marshmallow towns how he'd met a little poor boy who was destined for the crown she asked him how he know about the language fairies speak and how he'd caught a shooting star that now was his to keep she asked him how he'd touched the clouds without a pair of wings and how he'd heard the music of a chestnut tree that sings she asked him how he'd swum right to the bottom of the sea and how he'd watched a mountain cry and heard the sunshine speak she found it all a mystery he breathed the air she breathed but he breathed out tales of distant lands and things she'd never seen and she saw a world of wonder when she looked up-close at him and when he spoke his words flowed like a poem on the wind he told her that it hadn't been some wings that helped him fly and it had...

                                        Remember the days when you couldn't stop singing dancing and dressing up laughing and grinning? Well that was before they all mocked how you dressed said you would never fit in with the rest and so you stopped smiling and changed what you wore when music plays you do not dance anymore in case you look silly in case you look daft for fear it will dredge up those memories past for fear that you'll feel like you used to back then embarrassed and worthless again and again see you stopped singing loudly then stopped altogether stopped being someone that they would remember  but there's a girl watching she's looking to you trying to figure out what she should do should she stop singing and swallow her voice? pick outfits to wear that would not be her choice? should she resist urges to get up and dance cause sitting there quietly no one will laugh but...