Small hands clasp
as we gaze upon the fairy pony
white wings spread wide 
like huge white feathers 
ready to take flight.

Special these moments 
sharing the same dream
as if we were one heart
one soul.
One being.
Burning this image 
this memory of delight
into our very soul
the child within knows
the truths in fairy tales.
Others will grow old
as days pass them by
while visions dance in our heads
of flights of the fairy steeds.
Seen only through these child's eyes.

Eva Marie Ann Dunlap 2005