After a clumsy little walk down an infinite hall, I drew a dotted line door in a space on the wall,
With a higher art wave like a hallucinating painter, I swept in to find you in a Victorian parlor.
I smelled hemlock and oleander, heard a harp and a baby grand, saw a library of Shakespeare and Dickens and a photograph contraption on a three-legged stand.
An elegant room with crown molding and fine sconces, complete with clove cigarettes in little bone boxes,
Intricate weaves in floors of polished pine, a brazier with a flue that disappeared into a ceiling, painted like the night sky.
There were set mahogany tables and antique upholstered chairs, and there you were, in all your glory, just sitting right there.
You were practicing parlor card tricks, gesturing abra kadabra, as shadows flickered mildly from the gold candelabra.
You were glowing green and red like you were made of emerald and fire, while I glowed white and blue like I was ice and sapphire.
There was a magic about you as if you were cast by a mage, as if a breeze swirled about you, making you shimmer and shake.
I approached you with caution, it had been years since we spoke,
You looked wiser and wilder, I wondered what feelings evoked.
I felt born again but ancient, like I'd died a thousand deaths
Since the last time that I saw you, and I wondered what that meant.
Then you looked at me and smiled and your fire melted my ice,
But as I traipsed closer to you I looked back on my life.
By some trick of the eye or a hangover dream, it was clear things in this room were not as they seemed.
I turned back to you and you rose, dancing away as I chased,
We were closing a distance, but still worlds away.
You skipped backwards with laughter tossing me baubles and coins,
The room started spinning, I found balance and calm.
You climbed up upon an ornate sofa, and with a grin you just fell,
Like you trusted me, implicitly, and finally in my arms you were held.
And I realized then, that'd we'd said not a word nor a stutter
As you pointed over my shoulder at something huge in the corner.
Near the dotted line door, stood something that amazed and surprised,
How does a thing that big get through a door that size?
But you looked me in the eyes, and put your finger to your lips,
For some things should not be spoken of when you're waiting on a kiss.
With a higher art wave like a hallucinating painter, I swept in to find you in a Victorian parlor.
I smelled hemlock and oleander, heard a harp and a baby grand, saw a library of Shakespeare and Dickens and a photograph contraption on a three-legged stand.
An elegant room with crown molding and fine sconces, complete with clove cigarettes in little bone boxes,
Intricate weaves in floors of polished pine, a brazier with a flue that disappeared into a ceiling, painted like the night sky.
There were set mahogany tables and antique upholstered chairs, and there you were, in all your glory, just sitting right there.
You were practicing parlor card tricks, gesturing abra kadabra, as shadows flickered mildly from the gold candelabra.
You were glowing green and red like you were made of emerald and fire, while I glowed white and blue like I was ice and sapphire.
There was a magic about you as if you were cast by a mage, as if a breeze swirled about you, making you shimmer and shake.
I approached you with caution, it had been years since we spoke,
You looked wiser and wilder, I wondered what feelings evoked.
I felt born again but ancient, like I'd died a thousand deaths
Since the last time that I saw you, and I wondered what that meant.
Then you looked at me and smiled and your fire melted my ice,
But as I traipsed closer to you I looked back on my life.
By some trick of the eye or a hangover dream, it was clear things in this room were not as they seemed.
I turned back to you and you rose, dancing away as I chased,
We were closing a distance, but still worlds away.
You skipped backwards with laughter tossing me baubles and coins,
The room started spinning, I found balance and calm.
You climbed up upon an ornate sofa, and with a grin you just fell,
Like you trusted me, implicitly, and finally in my arms you were held.
And I realized then, that'd we'd said not a word nor a stutter
As you pointed over my shoulder at something huge in the corner.
Near the dotted line door, stood something that amazed and surprised,
How does a thing that big get through a door that size?
But you looked me in the eyes, and put your finger to your lips,
For some things should not be spoken of when you're waiting on a kiss.
