Childhood Dreams

A child, young and carefree,
Had so many fantastic dreams

I had many dreams of the future
Sometimes I dreamt of the past
Some still linger there in my mind
And some have vanished too fast.

Prisms of colour that twinkle and glisten
Children often have magical dreams

Magic and creation is still in the mind
When we sit back and relax peacefully.
It comes to us fondly when we unwind
So we can dream again, oh so magically.