The Corridor of Dreams
She smiles, demure yet distant,
She beckons you inside,
Shed bitter grasp of life’s icy fingers,
And find a place to hide.
You cross the timeless threshold,
From young to old, it seems,
Tread creaking path of destiny,
In the corridor of dreams.
Chill rain drums a timpany on misted window glass,
Party thrums with scotch and ice along this mountain pass,
Travellers at the inn of life, she knows the room for you,
She darts unseen by bon vivants, entwines friends old and new.
Chesterfield dimples offer cozy respite,
You laugh, you flirt, you dance, you fight,
Tales grow bolder with the telling and wine,
Laughter flows deeply in this magical night.
By the crackling logs and the flickering light,
You sense a touch, she eludes all sight,
Her work complete healing souls today,
Her smile is warm and she drifts away.
We shall grow old together,
This much she has surely deemed,
As memories grow soft and echo,
Down the corridor,
Of dreams.
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