In your old nursery
we ride the rocking horse

of your childhood

colours sad & faded
paint peeling

I clasp your waist
enchanted
as you ride back into

your dreams

eyes closed

you tell me
you

use to rock like this

& dream of me
whoever I was to be

& now
here
we are

you smile
from very far away


tell me
I am

your dream
come true

as you drift dreamily

from little girl to young woman.

I more than
delighted to be

your Prince Charming.

The grinning rocking horse
galloping free

from fairytale
to Reality.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-is-a-wish-your-heart-makes-2/