Atop the old castle she stood
Her tresses swaying like a serene stream
Gently caressed by the whispering winds
Moon beams lit the castle in radiance
A precious monument wreathed in the mists of Time.

And her wait continued…
For her dream man on a white stallion
Clothed in the purest robes
Of the warriors of Light
Who were destined for castle maidens
Who stood waiting on a moonlit night.

Standing there so patiently…
She yearned to recast history
To fill the pages of Time with new realities
Just like the famed Aladdin once did
With a mysterious smile she lingered…
Her tresses bathed in a million moon beams
With gilted stars in her forest curls
Her hands uplifted as in an embrace
A slender mystic silhouette of the night
Wrapped in the moonlit twilight…
A picturesque sight to behold
For travelers on the dunes of Time
A glorious beacon for lovers.

Many twilights have gone by
Many sunsets have been embraced
And the wait still continues…

Thank you silk for your sweet comments and well come back..

misty....

Ms-Tears

A wonderful scenario is played out when you read these lines, an acute wanting to be her knight so her waiting could be over ...

Sweet without being too sweet

Bravo, I started my day by reading this, it will be a good day

Thank you

John

Hehe j have a great and wonderful day...

mist..