PerfectHe stands below my window, face framed byauburn curls. I fly down the stairs and runinto his waiting hug. Mum and dad smile,they love seeing us just like this.I sit in the bike's basket and wavegoodbye. We are off on an adventure.I feel the warmth of his laugh on my neckas he peddles us down to the river.Light hearts. There is a picnic and he kneelsand hands me a bunch of yellow roses.We laugh and dance, swim and eat with chopsticks.Innocence underneath the willow tree. But as my imaginations fade to grey; so he rusts, and fades away.
Tell Me a FableTell me a fable.A tale of heroes and dragonsKings and princessesAnd an empire of pure magic.Tell me a fable,Of a land that lets me dream without limitsAnd pretend that the world is a perfect place.