Ropes dangle carelessly
from the darkest point of night.
A maiden from the forest of
before, the captive soul released.
A time, a place, no modern
day gadgets do distract from love.
At its purest form, a wondering dream
a perfect bow around the box that was.
A flowing dress, hand sewed, a
time capsule, a prayer, a wish.
That maiden fair, his captive soul
a perfect afternoon of bliss.
And no tomorrow, just today.
Anything can happen.
anything can happen.
anything can happen.
if one believes.
