A dream, a whisper.

An idea I put in that notebook under the stairs

and than promptly forgot.

A happy thought that flew me away once

and a sad thought that brought me back.

A hope, a memory,

Time spent far away

and letters that I kept in a wooden box

under the bed, filled with paper stars.

A dream that was a wish my heart made

and kept my soul alive.

Mayhap there is still a chance,

your letter came and it gave me happy dreams.

My pen could barely stay on the paper,

and my smile still won't cease.

You needn't worry - I'll wait.

No matter how many happily ever afters it takes.

xoxo the storyteller