It shouldn’t surprise me you have me
dreaming of infinite things
Maybe I’m a child again, and it’s
back to the books
where the perils may be daunting but
a happy ending is assured
Maybe the Beast is truly a Prince,
and so is the frog maybe
Pinocchio is a real boy
Maybe you’re real too.
Maybe you’ll fly me to
we’ll never have to leave
Maybe we’ve made our own Upendi.
If I go back in time with you,
erase all the reality,
forget again that the stories are just paper and ink and
Please don’t wake me up.
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Anne Marie is a writer and entrepreneur. She lives with her daughter and husband in PA. You can find her at her online home, www.inspiration-kindled.com, or follow her on twitter @InspireEach_Day.