Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Our souls slip off quietly
While we talk.
They make their way
To the Starlit Ballroom
While our eyes light candles
That shine off all the crystal globes
And glitter all around.
The night twirls the sky,
And the stars sway
To the music our love makes,
While we talk about pancakes
And our souls dance
In that place where the real things are.

-jenn

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