Just Before I Woke
Sep 29th, 2005 by lisa
She walked the halls of the palace,
feet bare on the tiled floor,
breathing the scent of cedar and the spiced oil of the lamps
She trailed her hands,
the air softly moving from her fingertips
to stir the hangings along the walls,
and the gauze that draped the windows
Her smile belied her solemn stride,
gliding in the cool air,
the moonlight streaked across her path
like streams of magic light,
that she saw, but not with her eyes
And the moon whispered to her,
‘awake, my daughter,
but dream of me again’
