Prince Charming

Here he comes again
On his white horse
When I am least expecting him.

Soft smile
Questioning eyes
Words of harmony.

I want to cry out
Stay!
But I know the law of dreams
And fairy-tales:
If you hold out your hand,
If you touch him,
The prince becomes a frog.
The dream is gone,
Leaving only golden stardust
In your eyes.