The childhood wake
The childhood wake
Peaks of castle form a whole,
Fairies make the hand.
Pushing on towards the path,
Not letting us strand.
Princes on that bright, white horse,
Soldiers stop the war.
Houses fly on clouds so clear,
Bitten to the core.
Thorn dyed with a crimson deep,
Present in the stars.
Spirits through the holy land,
Locked behind the bars.
In the woods the sorrow stains,
Long hair braided tight.
Mother’s song a lullaby,
Friendship worth the fight.
Bright blue eyes in precious stars,
Smile within the wake.
Wishes made on canvas wide,
Their thoughts here to take.
Dreams guided by music soft,
Songs have been foretold.
Unity in children’s minds,
Fortune made to hold.
Guided through the life they lead,
Morals set so young.
Made believe in stories fair,
Told in every tongue.
Making sure we do not fall,
Following our dreams.
No road is too long to take,
Guided by the streams.
Lessons are passed down to us,
Making life seem safe.
Finding shelter in our minds,
Up until the grave.
Nothing is impossible,
If you just believe.
Walt is source of children’s hope,
Magic which we weave.
Reageer (1)
Wow, wat leuk dat je zulk lang gedicht hebt weten te maken. Heel origineel en mooi. Ik zou het je niet nadoen.
1 decennium geledenIk heb verder eigenlijk geen kritiek.