The Pony Queen

Come you ponies, follow me!
Across the vast and grassy sea;
Stirr the dust where memories lie, 
Awake the dreams as you go by!

Graced upon the moon-lit plain
with stars a-tangled in your mane,
gathered here we greet the call,
that summons magic, myth, and all!
Wrapped in slumbers, far away,
they dream of us through night and day,
And we will meet them here, afar;
for their dreams make us what we are.

Little ponies,  prance for joy!
It is for you, and every toy!
Hold a heart, and make it true,
the world of dreams, and  dreams of you:
Hoof and horn of magic's kin
Wings to catch the poet's wind
Know for you the heralds bade:
"These are the things that dreams are made!"


Yet soon, the time may come to pass,
from numbered days soon comes the last,
and into twilight dreams may fade,
into the dim the toys are laid.
Forgotton laughter rings unhread
as lullubies, with missing words,
What was made come now undone,
and fades, like dreams, in morning's sun.

Little ponies, lift your eyes!
for even if the memory dies,
know that world is never gone,
but waits for you again; beyond
these hills the Dream Tree grows,
and shadows keep the secrets close;
Until stars claim us to our sleep,
in your heart does childhood keep.

Come you ponies, follow me!
Across the vast and grassy sea
Stirr the dust where memories lie, 
awake the dreams as you go by!

By Whimsy