This sleep was pulling me under and I didn't even have a fight left in me

as my eyes started to close, giving in to the overpowering sense

and before me I saw, leaning against a wall, the person whose beauty is fair

she was snow white, her dark red lips, plump and full, and her skin as pale as the snow 

falling down around her everywhere, all over the ground, 2 feet of snow, and she took her long 

manicured nails and leaned down to make a snow ball, and I could feel the chill on my hands 

as her hands began to make the snow ball and she threw it towards something in the distance.

When she turned around to smile

at me

her smile, her lips curling up over her teeth, now exposed

through the dreary, dim night I began to walk closer to the figure

that looked like the princess that I only found in my childlike dreams, the ones that felt real

and with each step that I took a bell began to ring. Somewhere in my mind,

I added the symphony to it, all kinds of instruments joining together in perfect 

harmony

and When I was finally in reaching distance from the figure, I reached my hand out to touch her

but like all good things in life, she dissapeared, that is the faux pas of life

all good things will one day dissapear

and when my eyes opened from this dream and I slowly began to awaken

I turned my head toward the picture on the nightstand beside my bed and then I saw

It

the resemblence was there in the childlike way that she moved her hands

and in the childlike way that she smiled, oh, and that gleam in her eyes

yet, was I ever that beautiful and fair? Was I ever that graceful? Did my smile have the power to make others want to smile?

Someone once told me that life is but a trick of the mind

and I said to them:

"What a wonderful trick!"