#WritcoPoemPrompt113

A simple fantasy, a wish unspoken,
Whispers of wonder that time has awoken.
The child in you, perched on a balcony,
Dreams unfurl like pages in harmony.

What stories linger in the ink of your mind?
What treasures lie in the past undefined?
The book of the stars, wide open above,
Calls to the soul with its silent love.

Timelessness, a pen dipped in eternity,
Writes verses...