Midnight hour going past,
must get there soon,
but I shall not run to fast.
Flowing skirts,
silky shirts,
music in the distance,
I have arrived.
A thousand bodies in the ballroom,
dancing like clockwork to the melody,
pretty faces here and there,
plates of food and sweetly scented air.
My skirts flow around me,
as I stand watching the scene,
a man appears beside me,
and offers to dance with me,
I take his hand in mine,
so cool to the touch,
my heart flutters a bit faster,
as we walk into the clockwork dancers.
The glittering chandeliers above,
the dazzling stone floor below,
I know not of these as I stare in his eyes,
lost in all their beauty...
We waltz around the dance floor,
feet barely on the ground,
we spin and turn around,
bow and back away,
I feel dismayed.
His hands linger on my waist,
as the music dies away,
my heart flutters in my breast,
as I catch my breath and rest.
His eyes they capture mine,
oh how divine,
I wish he were mine.
All eyes are on us,
the graceful dancers fall away,
the ballroom melts to dust,
the handsome man he is no more,
I wake up from my dream,
the ballroom and the clockwork dancers were only a fantasy...
I sigh and slip back into a slumber,
wishing for the dream to come back to me. |
