‘A Castle in the Moon’
My first dream was when I was eight,
A girl with pigtails, eyes so soulful and light,
Over the moon, her heart shape face bright,
Building a castle, for her and her charming prince.
My first dream, I still remember with a smile,
She bits her pink lips, brows furrowed with thoughts,
Fingers artfully brushing away the remaining slots,
Like a trained architect, her hands designed.
My first dream, which makes me nostalgic,
The girl, she leased the colors from the rainbow,
She made a truce with her God- that
She’ll return ‘em as soon as the house’s done.
My first dream, I can never forget,
Even though it’s all just a silly dream,
It later makes me wish and yearn,
At least just for a great companion,
Oh, what a dream, I still do remember,
Though I grew out from fairytales and princes,
I still remember that dream I dreamt,
And often wish it will someday come true.