In my dreams,
I once again sat upon,
a rocking horse –
like in days gone by.
It rocked me through the skies
and we went sailing by,
clouds and over treetops.
Just my rocking horse and me,
it seemed as if the years,
had all melted away
and I was the little laughing girl –
that used to love to run and play.
I could see the little ballerina,
twirling so gaily,
the girl who loved her daddy
and it seemed that life –
was just a fairytale.
My rocking horse and me,
rocked on down the road
went through the forest,
where magical fairies and dwarfs,
and babbling brooks –
shimmered in the rays of the sun.
The rays filtered through the tall pines and firs,
where there were mushroom houses
and quiet, silent ponds,
with frogs singing –
upon lily pads.
Somewhere I heard angel choirs,
as white clouds went sailing by,
life was once again carefree,
as we went gliding through the skies.
so enjoying our outing,
when I awoke in the morning,
I wondered where my rocking horse had gone,
wondered why the years had flown,
but felt like a child again –
smiling at the memories.
For more works by Rasma Raisters, check out her author page on The Creative Exiles.
Rasma also writes lovely poems on HubPages under the pen name of Gypsy Rose Lee. You can read more of her works at Rasma on HubPages.