"The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page." -- St. Augustine

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

The Dreamer

As a little girl, she dreamed of the day she would meet him
A tall, dark and handsome boy appeared in her head
And other days, a knight in shining armor would appear.
As she grew, the vision changed and morphed into something dim
The boys she knew harassed her and she wondered if she would ever wed
If the boys were all like that, unfeeling, uncaring, insincere.

One summer afternoon, she met him by chance
His smile caught her eye and she found herself dreaming once again.
Thoughts flooded her mind, but the tears and fears lurked close behind.
They became friends quickly and in the moonlight, the two would dance.
And they would watch the stars until her curfew at a quarter past ten.
As the two grew, the dreams in her head, she no longer could bind.

Several years later, the two sat on the same porch staring at the same stars
His love had captured her, and as the years faded, so did her hearts fears and scars.

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