A Dream in a Bottle
by Paula Gail Benson
I
promised my parents to marry my rescuer, the lovely princess who studied at the
temple by the beach.
After
my ship capsized beneath the treacherous waves, hers was the face I saw as I
regained consciousness.
But,
I have no memory of her saving me.
Tonight
before my wedding, I wake from dreams of a mute dancing girl, whose talent
charmed although each step brought her searing pain.
A
message drifting over sleep waves, conjured during my time in the roiling
depths?
Silent
one, if this is your missive, let me slumber forever so our souls may be conjoined.
© Paula
Gail Benson, all rights reserved
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