He rides his wooden horse to nowhere
the boy who would be king of kings
sitting alone in the shadowed room
dreaming his fanciful dreams.
And in his dreams he sees her as she is now
a delicate woman-child with ruby-red wings
embracing her innate gifts as she learns
to soar high in the windswept azure sky.
Now, she walks her destiny’s path in peace
with her fantastical thoughts as her guide
Letting her pen upon the blank white paper
take her in her dreams on the wildest ride
where even the fattest of pink fish can fly.
She leaves the handsome troubled boy at last
with all the bitter heartache and wrenching grief
Now he is naught but a part of a tear-stained past
who sought to rob her of life, like a petty thief.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
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