Transformation dream

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TRANSFORMATION DREAM

By Dorothy Colleen
 
 
The dream begins with a stage
Microphone, spotlight
I step up, the music starts
“Here comes the rain again”
And then the transformation begins

First my voice alters
Becomes softer, higher, sweeter
And then the change spreads first upwards
Towards my face
Rearranging my features
Adding delicate touches of makeup
Then my hair explodes in growth
Flowing down like a fountain of gold
I sing the chorus again

And my spirit lifts
As the change makes its way down
All the way to my feet now delicate
And encased in heels that compliment my dress
I find myself wishing the song wouldn’t end
But I must wake to stagger onward
Find a way to cope
Without the music, the magic
Until I am fortunate enough
To hear the song begin again

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To sleep, perchance to dream

And smile in your sleep. -_-

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Transformation dream

Such a dream I wish could be granted to those who dream it, or any other special dream.

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine
    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

So sweet and sad....

Andrea Lena's picture

Find a way to cope, Without the music, the magic, Until I am fortunate enough To hear the song begin again...
Not simply a dream...

She was born for all the wrong reasons but grew up for all the right ones.
Possa Dio riccamente vi benedica, tutto il mio amore, Andrea

  

To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
Love, Andrea Lena