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In her Dreamland
Just as La Sien River glistens –
by light – of the Everbright moon
Her curiosity is Sparked
by glow of the Diamond orb.
Reason’s found for Her
Mind to wander.
She may see – our Secret Things
with cautious, Guarded eyes
But her thoughts reside in Wonderland
among the hearts and spades.
Her tongue is held and tied with Knots–
Confidential yarns – keep the knots intact
Witnessed only – behind Eyes of those who choose–
To close them to Our World but not their own.
With eyes closed –the world of Many secrets stands
of Colors –
and of bread-and-butterflies.
Her world may Have its own secrets – Sole confidentialities
Far better than the Ones of our reality.
In her heart she knows, she Knows that where and what
she sees is far Different than that
of where her feet do Truly walk
and what her eyes do plainly See.
Her heart does skip in and Out of time –
as clock by Clock her Hatter shatters by cracking them to teacups.
Questions Bloom –
formed Behind the lips– that all do see.
on her tongue the Question festers–
just itching to be Free.
So many if Them – of painted roses
and of sly Purple cats.
The girl whose Innocence shines–
transparent Through our world
And iridescent through her lullaby.
Her questions die out just As the moon does–
Sun so bright it’s Unforeseen.
Lids fluttering open – dreams of far
Gone until the next Moonlight.