Shadows of Cinderella
In the gentle moonlight, she dances
along the walls and through my memories.
She spins around like a lady in a music box,
humming merrily,
so beautiful and lovely.
I lay awake in bed,
watching as she glides through the open spaces
and into eternity,
and I think of how happy she must be.
Will I ever be as happy as her?
Is she my after,
and I, her before?
What is it that lies ahead for me
at the end of this moment,
this space in time?
For I know it will not last.
There will be more, I’m sure
as she dances to life,
all hope is not lost.
Shadows of Cinderella
In the gentle moonlight, she dances
along the walls and through my memories.
She spins around like a lady in a music box,
humming merrily,
so beautiful and lovely.
I lay awake in bed,
watching as she glides through the open spaces
and into eternity,
and I think of how happy she must be.
Will I ever be as happy as her?
Is she my after,
and I, her before?
What is it that lies ahead for me
at the end of this moment,
this space in time?
For I know it will not last.
There will be more, I’m sure
as she dances to life,
all hope is not lost.
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