I have had a dream… it is the same dream, but every time I dream about it, it goes farther and farther into the story…
It is in a medieval castle and I am standing in the top window looking down over all the fields. Right next to the horizon I see a knight on a horse. My dream is only watching him ride closer and closer. A few nights ago I finally completed the dream. The knight came into my room and took off his helmet… and it was someone I used to love so long ago.
After that dream, I have the feelings I used to have for him. I see him in a new perspective. I am not going to tell anyone… besides, the only person who even knows is a relative of mine and I was telling her about the dream.
I am afraid that if I tell anyone else, that he will find out… and I don’t think I want him to just yet. I want to take this slow, because I really care about him.
Wow, I used to really, REALLY care for him… even when I was young. But now, it has turned into a different type of “like”. I want him to see me, for who I am. Maybe he will like my personality if we got to know each other better.
I had the most amazing dream
Where nothing imagined was what it seemed
I was finally a beautiful princess standing in the window
Looking into the horizon, wondering if there was anyplace for me to go
Then out of nowhere I see a knight riding a stallion so bold,
Now it seems like the story has already been told…
But it has not been told in my life so far
I have not even been able to get past these solid steel bars
Watching my prince ride to save me while I stand crying,
Because not so long before I felt like just dieing
He walked through the door, staring in my eyes
Wanting me to realize he wasn’t full of lies.
He took off his mask, looked at me with love
He said I looked like an angel, sent from above
This man I dream about is the one I want to free me
It is with his love only that will help me truly see
That I am beautiful, in his handsome eyes
And I know our future will not be filled with thoughtless goodbyes.
Awful poem, but I can’t even think anymore. Thinking about this makes me so happy that poetry doesn’t even come out right!
~Shadow