Of all the toys in my son's nursery
There is one that gives passion to my memory
Of a childhood filled with happy things
Of times now faint as gossamer wings
Of voices and choices I hardly recall
Of moments enormius and whispers so small

I can reach out my hand to recapture my past
As I finger the paintwork of a canvas so vast
That a little boy sat and was lost in the sway
Watching shadows on walls on a rainbow bright day
And my rocking horse took me to places of gold
Crossing valleys and mountains, the pair of us bold

We were rapt, unafraid like a a knight and his steed
As we traversed our dreams with incredible speed
Yes, of all the toys in my son's nursery
There is one that allows all regrets to roam free
There's no harm for a child building castles from air
As an adult it's best that those longings are rare

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