Poem - The Dreamer's Perch

She perched atop her pillow throne,

In quiet worlds all her own,

An awkward kid with tangled hair, softly staring, lost somewhere.

Outside the window, life would go, Fast and loud, a buzzing show ,But she was far in lands unseen, Where skies were purple, trees were green.

A tiny world in each small blink, In every quiet pause to think of castles tall and skies so wide,

With heroes, dragons side by side.

Her laughter felt too shy, too soft, Her words got lost and trailed off,

But in her mind, her voice was clear, Bold with tales no one could hear.

She knew one day her worlds would grow,

Beyond the glass, outside the window,

But for now, she'd simply sit,And in her quiet kingdom, fit.