Cinderella's dress lies forgotten in the wind
With a goodbye note to a fairy tale end.
The faint stars are the only remainder
Of her midnight dance with a forbidden stranger.
Surrounded by lilies of pale pink and white,
She lies under his tree for an endless night.
Her heart begins to feel right as she waits
And fireflies dance around her in figure eights.
A familiar soft smile paints away her mask;
He lies beside her with nothing to ask.
He knows her answers and knows her fate
And hand in hand, she finds her soul mate.
Under a blanket of midnight blue and grey,
With the stars no longer in dismay,
He holds her close and whispers her name
As they are placed in a picture-perfect frame.