Waltzing Into Dreams

Mama had an old squeeze box
you could hear the melody gasp for breath
as it reverberated and boomed
like the thunder of unicorn hooves
across a midnight desert of blue
on the high notes sounded nightingales
flying over a moon that I could not see
for the shadows hid its winking smile and mine as well
behind poverty and sadness and mostly tears
leaving nothing but the music to waltz us kids into dreams

A contest entry

within words by Lavender Butterfly. 400 points, ended February 14, 2007, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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Lavender Butterfly
February 14, 2007
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So sincerely creative and quite captivating. Thanks for sharing... x Love and light, Butterfly.
Random Thoughts
February 13, 2007

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really well done on incorporating the entire of the picture in this piece, best of luck in the contest,
Brenden
elemental angel
February 13, 2007
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Wonderful
Great use of imagery...Good luck in the contest