As a blazing sunset of crimson and gold
faded into evening, a worn dress of
delicate white lace and denim slid from its
hanger onto a dusty wooden floor.
Pleading to be worn once again, the dress
beckoned as warm memories of
yesterday's love crept into my mind.
A vision of two dancing in the moonlight at
water's edge, a kiss joining two hearts
surfaced. Hurridly, I slid into yesterday's
gown with the hope that it might possess
magical properties.
Swaying to a haunting melody that once was
ours, I was drawn onto the terrace facing a
sea aglow in lavender and gold.
The afterglow of the sunset cast a golden aura
upon a lone figure at water's edge.
Beckoned by his familiar silhouette, I
strolled down to the sea.
'Twas my love of long ago beckoned by a
mysterious force to search for a distant, but
not forgotten love.
As our eyes met, I joined him. Dancing with
my love near water's edge, I relived my glory
days in my magical gown of denim and lace.
My majic gown to dance in was of lavendar and lace. Loved that dress but grew so fat it did not fit and had to dispose of it. It is like a long lost love now but memories of me wearing pop up still. Never to be forgotten gown.
Sylvia Masters, a hot fifty-two year old widow and CEO of her husbands company is challenged by her own instincts, family and friends when the Lieutenant investigating the murder of her ex-fiancee ask her to dinner. After a tumultuous beginning, the
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