Midnight's moon is laughing
along her neckline,
And the whispers on her lips
Tell the stories of a future
She could not have imagined--
One where the fairytales
Of childhood days of old
dance like the dandelions,
In the backyard of youth..
All her fantasies-- of being
perfectly and carefully mastered,
by the man whose gentle gaze
was so viciously searing through her walls--
would soon become a smoldering reality..
