just a little dream to dream.
like the little boy does, with his little toy boat, in the little bathroom sink, making little water splashes, among little rubber fishes, under the soft ceiling light.
just a little dream to dream.
we can sail weekend boats, and cruise blue waters, trail white sea foam, pass silver fishes swimming, and soak the golden sun above.
with just a little dream to dream.
Remember when his fingers guided you up the wooden bridge. His eyes watched you slide down. His hands caught you on the other end of the bridge. And carried you back up again and again and again.
Please be easy on him now.
He is still only a boy, only taller. And you are still his red toy car, only bigger.
‘Beep, beep,’ goes your double decker bus.
Through dizzying streets, stifling traffic, deafening honks.
All week long.
Hey, you did good.
Now park on the side. Go up to the deck. And watch life go by, sipping tea and eating cake.
Have a good weekend.
Higher, higher, higher we go,
Swooshing through the clouds.
Up, up, up to the sun,
Zooming over seas.
Racing, racing, racing time,
Passing birds and bees.
Travel does tickle the little child in us.
Life Demiraged 