Nebulous symbols of romanticism lead us to a mountain top. We may never trace the reality of its true meaning, nor take the hand of its magic wand, but we hear the whispering words gently pass our way.
Once upon a time, while walking barefoot in the rain, I dreamed of wearing satin slippers as you twirled me beneath your silver stars. Once upon a time, I stood by the window and waited for you to dazzle me beneath the pale light of the waiting moon. A time came, once, when the symbols disappeared with the morrow's dawning.
Listen as I speak to you of a place where I once danced without inhibitions. I closed my eyes and ran with you.......in time
Il etait une fois
July 25, 2009