By Dorothy Colleen
The dream begins with a stage
Microphone, spotlight
I step up, the music starts
The dream begins with a stage
Microphone, spotlight
I step up, the music starts
“Here comes the rain again”
And then the transformation begins
And then the transformation begins
First my voice alters
Becomes softer, higher, sweeter
And then the change spreads first upwards
Towards my face
Rearranging my features
Adding delicate touches of makeup
Then my hair explodes in growth
Flowing down like a fountain of gold
I sing the chorus again
And my spirit lifts
As the change makes its way down
All the way to my feet now delicate
And encased in heels that compliment my dress
I find myself wishing the song wouldn’t end
But I must wake to stagger onward
Find a way to cope
Without the music, the magic
Until I am fortunate enough
To hear the song begin again
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To sleep, perchance to dream
And smile in your sleep. -_-
Faraway
Big Closet Top Shelf
Where you can fool around like you want to and most you get is some bemused good ribbing!
Faraway
Big Closet Top Shelf
Where you can fool around like you want to and most you get is some bemused good ribbing!
Transformation dream
Such a dream I wish could be granted to those who dream it, or any other special dream.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
So sweet and sad....
Find a way to cope, Without the music, the magic, Until I am fortunate enough To hear the song begin again...
Not simply a dream...
Possa Dio riccamente vi benedica, tutto il mio amore, Andrea
and then you still have to decide what to do. ― C.S. Lewis
Love, Andrea Lena