Like a memory in the mind
a fairy tale telling time
a speck of dust ignighted to combust
another romantic lost in hopeful love;
as the stars relay messages so far above
where is the love? was there really any love?
Waiting for a kiss upon the golden land
Snow yearned for the one to take her hand;
fortune's told from the wise old man,
another prose and the poet strikes again,
another wish grants a gift to the golden land
another sip and a trip down the rabbit hole again.