yes father i say, this is my heart’s desire
yes father this is my dream of dreams
no father, never could I leave india ever,
never father without visiting my friends,
you see they are so very precious and dear to me
and my friends have a special place in my heart
and if i were to leave without visiting them
i feel i would die, and the king of dreams thought
and contemplated this statement from his daughter
oh my, my child no worries, for you anything
of course we shall go and visit your favourite poet
and the lovely poetess you always speak
so highly of, to see her is a must on our agenda
and your favourite poet i feel i know him
for you speak of him twenty four hours a day
even in your sleep, have you tried reading other’s
poems my dear lovely sunprincess?
yes father but my favourite poet writes so nicely
he writes with a special technique, it would be so
difficult to find anyone who could write as well
for he has a great skill of rhyming, rhythm and flow
and with a great imagination, also this is true
he takes me there with him father every time,
when i read his work i feel his heart…
and the king had seen something, so very special
he had seen stars in her eyes and said no more
and sunprincess left to bring some darjeeling tea
to serve her father and speak of other things
as they sat in the warm morning sun...

Rachel Nichols

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miss-you-iii-dream-of-dreams/