Imaginaries

The little girl went to her window,
One crisp, cold autumn night.
She looked out on her garden,
Aglow with the full moonlight.
She braved the chill, at her windowsill,
With her pillow, a cloud to see,
And contented sigh, from her perch on high,
The land of fantasy.

Where powerful panthers growled and pawed,
Eyes alight with the fire,
And unicorns stood as sentinels,
On rocks, their horns their spire.

Where Pegasus on outstretched wings,
Cast silhouettes cross the sky,
And clouds of steam like a platinum dream,
Were ships that sailed on high.
On the dark expanse, she cast her glance,
To the shadows, where she could spy,
Tiny elfish folk, who laughed and spoke,
In riddles, with twinkling eye.

Peacocks spread their colorful tails,
Like fans with enchanting hues,
While they spoke in coos, of intrepid news
Of knights and their ladies too.

And, she smiled at the lot and she held the thought,
That when she lay down in dreams,
They would dance and play, in her head, where she lay,
Delivered on splendid moonbeams.

Then, the little girl turned, to where her candle burned,
And she blew it out with a yawn.
Then she slipped neath the cover, sure there to discover,
Once again, all she’d laid her glance on.