Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Ella

let's play dress-up, let's play pretend,
let's hope this dream never ends,
step front, step side, glide, step
under the diamond dome,
where dreams and dreamers converge

a skip, a twirl, a spin, another twirl
I love the way your lashes curl,
your eyes so deep, so true,
beneath your mask of false hues
under this crystal dome,
where dreams and dreamers converge


a thousand candles light us all
dancers and dreamers `neath the faerie enclave
shimmering overtones of the honest dark
casting faerie glows that dim our naive lies
under the diamond dome,
where seekers come and leave their marks

we breathed life into our honest lies
the heart-dreams beyond our reach,
and danced ourselves amongst ourselves
to each heart's transient content
under this crystal dome,
where seekers come and leave their marks


glances land on the gargantuan timepiece
the sword of Damocles, under the cloak of a clock,
the grim, unfeeling overseer of our fates,
did the faerie not say the spell shall break
with that fatal strike?

what then would become of us,
seekers, and dreamers under the accursed dome,
should we rid the clock of the pendulum a-swinging
and let time go on unsullied, 
forever in this ever-night,


but that plan is for another night,
the pantomine breaks under the resounding ring
off we go to rest beside the smoldering fire,
the dying embers and the familiar cinder,
let's play dress-up, let's play pretend,
let's hope in sleep that this dream never ends


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