Wednesday, November 5, 2014


splendiferoushoney: by Martin at hipydeus

The past calls to you.
A past filled with balls and dancing.
Balls held at castles.
Dancing in the moonlight.
Close your eyes.
A carriage awaits you
to carry you to the ball.
A castle lit up by candles.
Footmen escort you.
Your name is trumpeted .
You glide down the staircase
in your new ball gown.
The music begins to play.
A handsome man walks over
with an extended hand.
He leads you onto the dance floor.
You dance and sway
to the beautiful music.
You close your eyes.
Yes it is a dream,
but keep your eyes closed
and dream on.

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