I danced with you in what seems to be a dream, a dream from long, long ago. You whispered something in my ear, a question I can’t recall, but my answer, what I wanted to give, too afraid to say, but I should have said, yes.
But will you ask me again, and will we dance in the light of the burning palace once more? Can those ashes swirl around us and bring us back to that place, that night when the stars were cold but alive?
Will you hold me again? Will you whisper again? Will I say, “Yes”?
Tale Told 