Child of dreams where live all sweet youths wonder, Though fate and time seperates our days And keeps us a century asunder, Your world, though distant, calls me to its ways; Capturing me with your bewitching crafts, So then through your Looking Glass I follow. She turns when I see her, and laughs, and laughs, I fall, she see's me, and there I wallow, She says "All are welcome in Wonderland", Tilts her head, to catch a glimpse of my eyes, Then she kneels down near me, offers her hand, An instant of stillness, caught in surprise, Then we wander by boat down little streams, Made not of water, but little girls dreams!
Pretty well written. I'm not a big fan of rhyming in poetry, but this one really works with the innocent simplicity of the language.
