Under this purple sky,
promises were whispered.
I’m waiting - still hoping -
to meet you someday,
inside my Rose Garden,
where our dreams are made of:

We can go fishing in the rainbows on a lazy afternoon;
Or perhaps we can lie on the green meadows,
look up to the blue sky,
watch the clouds to float by.
they carry our dreams,
shape them, to take forms;

By night fall I will be Cinderella,
my gold carriage will carry me to you.
The clock will never strike twelve.
You will meet me at the dance hall,
and I will be wearing my glass slippers.
We will be dancing all night;

You, will fill my heart
with joy and moonstruck wonders,
and I, like a flower in spring,
will be sprouting,
growing, spreading, waiting...
...for your sweet love's sting.

For here, inside my Rose Garden -
is where all dreams are made of;
is where lovers will love
without shame nor regrets;
is where songs are sung in harmony -
I will be waiting for you.

Copyright © Sandie Angel
2015