The Dream

The Dream I had a dream where you wore a mask. We were at a ball, you asked,"Would you like to dance?" "Of course!" i'd say, as we sail away, floating on the dance floor. Then suddenly it all goes dark. There's a hall, at the end, a door. I try to reach it, but run nowhere. Just as i reach it, there's nothing there. I turn the corner and find some stairs, As i start to descend, they disappear. I float through darkness thick as pitch, And i land in the home of a spiritual witch. A cauldron, a cat, and a rack full of potions She's muted and talks through an array of motions. A crystal ball, she summons me. There in lies an image i must see, Of colors blending, shifting and changing. I'm hypnotized by their constant banging. Til the illusion explodes and shatters my view. I awake and realize, i was searching for you.