The Dream
The Dream
I had a dream where you wore a mask.
We were at a ball, you asked,"Would you like to dance?"
"Of course!" i'd say, as we sail away, floating on the dance floor.
Then suddenly it all goes dark.
There's a hall, at the end, a door.
I try to reach it, but run nowhere.
Just as i reach it, there's nothing there.
I turn the corner and find some stairs,
As i start to descend, they disappear.
I float through darkness thick as pitch,
And i land in the home of a spiritual witch.
A cauldron, a cat, and a rack full of potions
She's muted and talks through an array of motions.
A crystal ball, she summons me.
There in lies an image i must see,
Of colors blending, shifting and changing.
I'm hypnotized by their constant banging.
Til the illusion explodes and shatters my view.
I awake and realize, i was searching for you.
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