Dancing, Music, Dreams
I’ll wait for you there—
you know the place—
the one where we met in my dream.
The warm summer night,
the chant of moonlight,
the music, the dance and our dreams.
Alone in the darkness,
alone in the crowd,
together we play with our words.
You take off your mask
so that I see your soul,
touch beauty and pain in this dream.
as we celebrate now—
embracing the magic of poetic dreams.
Written for the Ball at dVerse where we celebrate the third anniversary of our poetry community. Be sure to stop by and meet the guest of honor: Poetry. The gates to the garden open Thursday, 3:00 PM EDT.