Touching a Dream
Little boy touching the wall.
Imagining his friend so tall.
An apparition filled with fur.
A big ole' friendly hairy cur.
If you were mine, I'd take you home.
You'd no longer have to roam.
I'd share whatever's in my pot.
What's mine is your's, all that I got.
Maybe someday you will come true.
Then both our colours will be blue.
But for now you feel so cold.
And I have to do what I'm told.
For Seren's Little Boy, Big Dog contest
7/01/13
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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