Of a dream

I knew  a little girl who grew up so lost in books, animals and dreams she hardly remembered time passing by.
I guess she still lives somewhere lost in them still that she forgot to remember a childhood dream of bells, lights and horses.
For the first time she noticed tinkling bells, twinkling lights, trotting brown horses....but then the rest was all a mystery.
or perhaps it was just hard to hold to a dream when a world just fell apart.