Submissions by anonatron

Looking back into long forgotten streams
I’d passed on my way out of childhood,
I recalled a reflection of
a little princess without a face,
without a form.

She beamed a bright yellow
all across her surface,
and laughed in tiny ripples
at jokes she told herself.

Beside her,
her knight,
a placeholder for imagination.

To herself, quietly, she spoke the words:
“I’ll always remember this moment.”
It was not a request,
not a prayer,
but a fact.

She knew this little stream would continue on ...