Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden: Puck the Golden (Chapter 5 of 7)

Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden: Puck the Golden (Chapter 5 of 7)
by Christopher Sopher
℗ Published by Christopher Sopher Media, LLC © 2011–2025

Valley of the Sun Press — Crazy Daisy the Pug© Poetry
December 4, 2025

Puck the Golden
Volume 1, Poetry 5 of 7

The colors swirled, the dream took hold,
a world untouched, alive in gold.
Daisy lifted wide her eyes—
and there he was, beneath the skies.

Not just any boy she found,
but one who danced without the ground.
His wings a blur, a humming light,
quick as fire, soft as flight.

A golden shimmer, warm and bright,
wrapped in sun, a child of light.
His laughter rang like breaking dawn,
a melody to pull her on.

He spun, he dipped, he soared with ease,
his presence humming through the breeze.
Daisy watched, both sure and shy,
as golden ripples kissed the sky.

She took a step, her voice so small,
yet certain as the garden’s call.
“What’s your name?” she asked, head high,
as wonder danced within her eye.
The boy grinned wide, his golden gaze,
like morning caught in fleeting haze.
“My name is Puck,” he said so free,
his voice a song, wild and free.

Daisy’s tail gave a pleased little beat,
her heart in time, her steps so sweet.
“It’s nice to meet you, Puck,” she said,
“I must say—you fly well ahead.”

Puck laughed, the air grew bright,
his wings a shimmer, soft as light.
The dream was shifting, new and old,
woven deep in threads of gold.

And in this place where magic grew,
Daisy knew what she always knew—
That something called beyond the air,
A world unseen, yet always there.

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