My Dreams Are Made Of

Hard work, pays off,
Dreams, every day, for years and years.

Your ribbon wrap, like a criss cross strap.

Smooth top,
Round sides.

Foot length, so tight.

Your outer skin a soft satin touch
as pink as a peach,
freshly picked.

Remembering the day
I got you,
so new, so clean.
Not now.

Wood at the end,
like a hard brown brunch.
But your meaning, so much more.

Relieve, rise, step up.

Clonk, clonk, clonk.
In the rhythm of my heart.
Ballet shoes