Not Cinderella

Back in time beneath gas light glow, I watch where waltz music flows; will you notice me all alone too shy to make my presence known? Awestruck by the sweeping beauty, ceiling scenes painted heavenly as though angels are peering through; are they watching with me for you? Pretty ladies in dresses fair with feathered fans and coiffured hair; color abounds in satin and lace, echoed on each expressive face. Handsome men bowing gallantly, requesting hands respectfully; enthralled am I seeing this world, a gray oyster in shell of pearl. Suddenly, you are in this room! I shrink - fading wallflower bloom; I doubt that you even know who I am. How could I have dreamed you would fall in love with one like me; I turn to go, quietly flee. Your hand touches my trembling arm, your gentle smile dissipates alarm; the room, quiet at your voice, anticipates your happy choice. Pumpkin coach, fairy godmother? No glass slippers made to cover my dancing feet; no prince charming just you and a love, disarming. Copyright, November 17, 2014 Faye Lanham Gibson