And there you were,
in my perfect dream,
your hair hung long,
golden silk shining
in rays of sunlight dancing.
And you held my hand
as I held yours
and we walked,
by the side by side.
Smiles burst forth,
from deep inside our hearts,
as our souls knew there mates.
Of all places on this earth,
we were right where we belonged,
and nothing could be more right.
And we laughed and we loved,
and we realized the value
of this gift we had been given.
And upon my waking,
I did find but a glass slipper,
and I dream of sleep
to dream of quest
to fit slipper to your foot,
and once more find my you,
and the feelings that I felt,
and cry in missing,
in my wakened state.
