A magical gown beckons an estranged love

As a blazing sunset of crimson and gold
faded into evening, a worn dress of
delicate white lace and denim slid from its
hanger onto a dusty wooden floor.

Pleading to be worn once again, the dress
beckoned as warm memories of
yesterday's love crept into my mind.

A vision of two dancing in the moonlight at
water's edge, a kiss joining two hearts
surfaced. Hurridly, I slid into yesterday's
gown with the hope that it might possess
magical properties.

Swaying to a haunting melody that once was
ours, I was drawn onto the terrace facing a
sea aglow in lavender and gold.

The afterglow of the sunset cast a golden aura
upon a lone figure at water's edge.
Beckoned by his familiar silhouette, I
strolled down to the sea.

'Twas my love of long ago beckoned by a
mysterious force to search for a distant, but
not forgotten love.

As our eyes met, I joined him. Dancing with
my love near water's edge, I relived my glory
days in my magical gown of denim and lace.

Copyright 1998 Weslynn McCallister