Monday, 8 July 2013


Where anything can and could happen
Mysteries, secrecies, and whodunits
This is a place where nothing is real
It is so surreal, strange and dreamlike
There is a beautiful lady all dressed a blue ball gown
All shimmering, glistening, glimmering with diamonds and pearls
Every single line that was also on her gown were silver threads
Pure silver threads, a rose of the finest colour blue oh such a hue
There upon her hair it does adorn to match her ball gown
But as she took a look at herself in the long mirror before her
He beauty shining, gleaming and her pure rosy cheeks a glow
From head to toe
She saw before her not only herself, but an image of a long time ago
The beauty stepped forward to touch the tall mirror when all of a sudden she could feel as if she could walk through it
Tentatively, and slowly she put her hand on the mirror and it went right through, shocked and surprised but not frightened at all as she was a brave, brave lady as well as beautiful
 The Fair lady looks on in surprise and is astonished at what she sees
There before her she see days of old, and then she looks down upon her dress that has also changed from the gown she had on before, this one was of the palest of blues, but in satin which had been woven with silk, gone was her rose in her hair. It was now swept up in a chignon; it had been twisted into a roll that was just at the back of her neck. Her earrings have changed from the silver dangling ones to the purest of pearls, small and sweet.
Gone has the 21st Century this looks like the 19th Century, where everything seem so unreal surreal just like she has walked into a dreamlike state as if she is dreaming, but she knows she is not, she is getting herself ready to go the ball where she is to meet up with her family and friends and oh the man she is to marry one day.
But here this exact moment she can see a crowd gathering, they are all dressed as if they are going to a ball, to dance the night away, they are dressed in splendid attire, the gentlemen all dressed in their top hats and tails coats, the ladies dressed in such a splendor, is it any wonder that her ball gown has changed too. She now decides whether to go or never show, there is no one there she knows. There are horses and carriages bringing the guest outside this tall, elegant, sumptuous place.
There is a policeman directing the flow of people and carriages, he is dressed in his finery too, maybe he is the chief of police here. Maybe he is a man of importance to this strange and wonderful place.
There are beautiful horses too, black ones, brown one, white ones, and a shiny silver coloured one too, and it is stand so tall, so tall that you cannot see over his back, a back that looks so strong and powerful. Each of these horses is pulling carriage that is on wheels, not like we have here in the 21st Century with our cars and easy access doors. There are doormen opening the carriage doors; they are all dressed in red coats, black trousers and oh those shimmering shining shoes on their feet. But to her surprise there before her eyes is the most dashing, good-looking and debonair man, she has had to take a second look, a real long look this time; it is her confident, loving man that she adores and loves and will one day be marrying. He has spotted her, and he has not recognized her either she is dressed like Cinderella and hopes that she will stay all through the ball. Dancing with his true, true love. His one and only love all the night long.

They both come together, his arms stretched out wide to greet her and hold her. She acknowledges his gesture and with her grace and elegance she comes to his outstretched arms, he enfolds her in a warm embrace. He is now the happiest man at the ball. They look into each other’s eyes, both mesmerized in this land of far away.

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