Poetry

Dreams

She counted butterflies through my eyes
Stood on her toes and; touched the skies

In one long breath, she gulped a cloud
And sang to the birds, clear and loud

She danced in the rain and climbed the trees
She peeped in the nest and hurt her knees

She jumped and laughed, a gushing stream
And cuddled on her bed with a lazy dream

She collected pebbles and milk white stars
Stored them in two transparent jars

Covered her memories in a foggy dawn
And greeted the day with a musical yawn

Weird dreams I could never understand
Until they gave my “baby girl” in my hand!