I’m reblogging this in response to Melanie’s Word of the Day challenge.
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/58053187/posts/2844922018
Not all entries in my Scrapbook were whimsical or romantic. I obviously had a serious side which is depicted by the following:
DREAM
The church is full,
I’m dressed in white,
Walking slowly down the aisle,
People to my left and right.
Feeling at last
I’ve found my place,
You turn –
A Man without a face.
Shock sets in,
Images fade,
This is how
My Dream is made.
Haunting me,
So real and yet
I cannot make
Myself forget.
A past life,
A memory?
Or perhaps something
Not yet to be.
When I read this recently, I remembered having this dream all those years ago. I was in my twenties and looking forward to getting married in the summer. Sadly, the marriage lasted only four years.
In hindsight, perhaps it had been a warning that I was making a mistake in marrying my fiance, as I was yet to…
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This is beautiful! And a dire warning…that whole man without a face would have frightened me! It’s said that hindsight is 20/20, and so it is. I’m glad you found ‘the one’ at last. It was worth kissing that former toad perhaps in order to get to the waiting Prince! 🙂
One frog and one toad, so third time lucky!!!