THE BALLROOM (a short dream story)

She sat on her windowsill absorbed by her daydream.
The man she saw seemed so familiar, as if she had known him in another time.
She was certain it was not in this life, but she had seen him before.
He had shiny dark hair and beautiful brown eyes like the color of mahogany.
He wore his hair in a ponytale, dressed in a white shirt with frills and wide sleeves, black velvet trowsers and very colorful shoes certainly handmade she thought. Looking like he had stepped out of a fairytale of another century.

And she sat on her windowsill and searched her soul, finding herself in the ballroom of a Victorian mansion with a masked ball going on.

As she danced her way through the crowd, there he stood the man from the fairytale.

He took her hand and led her away from the dancers.
They walked away to an arcade in the garden where they sat silently looking at each other for awhile as though they were one and belonged exactly there together.
After lingering like that for a moment he led her down a path to the sea.
They stood on the cliffs his arms around her shoulders pressing her softly to him.

She woke from her daydream and looked into her garden, but what she saw was a room in wich he stood looking at her as if he couldn't let her go.

And days to come the thoughts of him would linger on, his arms around her shoulders on the cliff by the sea.

And years to come these thoughts would linger on, though she never met him he was always there.

She lived with no one,she seemed perfectly happy alone.

'Cause years to come the thoughts of him still lingered on so she was never alone in her soul, and every night she would go to the ballroom.

He was always waiting there for her.

PoeDes©