Her Stories

Eyes burn when the sun sets

Cherishing on leaflets

Waiting for the princess

Is a prince whose heart felt

Will he come will he not? 

All promises has she forgot 

Sitting on my bed

Filling with anticipation

Looking at my nani

Who tells stories of creation

Heart beats my skin's debt

My small feet caringly kept

Looking in her big eyes

She tells me of the moonlight

She tells me who was wise

And wasn't swayed by mortality

For her stories are a paradise

Of dreams in reality