January 17th- An original poem

January 17

I wished on a dream, thinking I would find my king the way they do in Disney Movies.
But after so many days of waking up disappointed I thought that maybe my wish got lost in the mass of wishes thrown toward the evening sky every night.
Countless nights pass, still no answer or response from the clouds or the stars.
Still I’m hopeful every night as my head hits the pillow.
Praying that my Fairy Godmother hears me and takes pity.

January 17th my dreams came true.
On that cold night the stars began to shine like diamonds.
The air was sweet with jasmine and lavender and as I drifted I knew that night he would come.
As I float towards my dreams, I feel him pulling me closer to his chest
The strong arms of my lover wrapped around my waist feel like God’s own hands pulling me into Heaven.
His breath on the back of my neck sends shockwaves down my body as he whispers sweetly into my ear.
And as I close my eyes and sail away into the land of dreams he pulls me closer. I can feel the warmth of his lips as he kisses me goodnight.
I have never slept so sound in all my life.

His face still remains a mystery to my eyes but his spirit is as familiar to me as my own reflection.
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I woke up the next morning with a melody in my heart.
New blood pumps through my veins at a different beat.
I feel music moving through my body.
I feel so much different than I did the day before.
My fairy godmother was listening.
All that comes to mind is him.
My toothpaste tastes like his kisses.
My morning coffee reminds me of how warm his touch is
I can hear his voice while I’m riding on the train.
Over the voices of people in the coffee shop.
Over the sound of passing cars.
Over the hustle and bustle of city life.
He calls to me. His voice is piercing.
It is unavoidable.
He is my destiny.