No one ever sees the girl with the dreams

The one who believes she can do anything

They’re all too afraid of the dark and so is she

But it doesn’t get in the way of what she wants to see

 

Jet-puffed marshmallow clouds

Floating in the pastel sky that she drew

Above the clay pot of the Earth

With the plush covers of grass to warm her

 

Her rough peasant clothes

Become a rich ballgown of silk

From the far away time

Of elephants and sunny Indian days

 

Dirty bare feet

Now shrouded with slippers

Of pearl inlaid with jade

It doesn’t matter if it’s possible

 

Ragamuffin child no longer is she

But a just princess who rules in kindness

The fairest in the land

And all the princes wish they could see her

 

Her eyes of sapphire

And her hair of molten gold

Her skin of olive

And her lips of rose

 

Her riches have no sway

It is her beauty that draws them today

And tomorrow one will be king

But the one that she wants loves another

 

And her fantasy is shattered on the ground

But dreams last forever; they live on their own

And in the dream all is not right when

Their creator has been lost