Cinderella Song

You can leave it or believe it,
But I had a dream indeed,
Dashed a prince for me and galloped
On a dashing silver steed;
Dancers circled in a ballroom,
Drums and trumpets were ablaze,
Played an aging fiddler solo,
Forty eight conductors gazed…

You can leave it or believe it,
But I couldn’t get enough,
And a painter so quaintly
Drew my portrait on a cuff,
A composer sang me ballads
And a poet read his verse,
A renowned sage and gallant
Called me “prettiest on Earth.”

You can leave it or believe it,
I was whirling a quadrille
And my thirteen cavaliers
Gasped for air, dead but thrilled,
And the orchestra was royal,
Played the king a swift gavotte
On the piano in the foyer –
Laughed the nobles and the lot.

You can leave it or believe it,
I was spinning like a top,
It must be I lost my slipper
Off the foot it slipped and dropped…
Fading dreams were melting slowly
Like the clouds of the night,
By the window smiled and glowed
Crystal slippers in the light…