A/N: Written for the Mega-Prompts Challenge, writing prompts #57 – regular ode poetry
It's Just a Dream, at First
It was just a dream, at first, for them both
and yet they skated that dream together
as though, the time, neither of them would loathe
the waiting but sudden change in weather
that would inevitably change their dream
into a memory of sad colours
because reality had become bland
after their bright dream theme
and to their great concert, the goers
and think: how good and bad and sad, and grand.