i wear the night
silky purple & silver star
under the peacock mask
mysterious as blooming moon flower
i dream the dance - violin strings and trumpet beats
under smokey lights - basking lavender scents and drama
where anything can happen:
tangos, twists, or trysts
at masked ball
Willow Manor
My dream dress: Zuhair Murad
My dream date: Hugh Jackman
sooo lovely!
ReplyDeleteJust after gushing over your last post I was so pleased to be greeted with another one when I refreshed, I love it Heaven, Hugh Jackman is quite the man too, I love the guy.
ReplyDeleteHe is the man ~ Thanks Matthew ~
DeleteEvery one should be so luck as to *wear the night*........
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful!
Thank you Mimi ~
Deletesmiles...have fun at the ball...i wear the night, i dream the dance...two very cool lines for me...
ReplyDeleteA fairy tale type trip as the magic weaves in and out and gets a grip. Wolverine is great too.
ReplyDeleteLovely words...beautiful dress...dream date. What an enchanting time!
ReplyDeleteWith that dress and that man draped at your arm - it must be the perfect Ball for you!
ReplyDeletePurple perfection darling! And I loved the wolfman's mask...so seductive!
ReplyDeleteWhat a gown, what a guy, what a poem!! All too gorgeous for words!! Fab!!
ReplyDeleteCan I please have that dress after you're finished with it :-)
ReplyDeletedelightful, my dear, and I immediately knew it was Zuhair Murad, he's my fave after Elie Saab :)
ReplyDeletehee hee
ReplyDeleteTangos twists or trysts~great line!
Judging by hugh's demeanor, it's either taking you too long to get into that dress, or out of it.
And who can blame him?
A fabulous poem so apt for the event of tyhe year. I adore the dress.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lush poem! And I love, love, love your dress! I think you and Hugh might be the most steamy couple of the evening. I hope you enjoy the ball - isn't it exciting?
ReplyDeleteWonderful...poem, dress, and date.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...words...dress...and date!
ReplyDeleteSimply lovely, Heaven! And, the dress is to die for. Enjoy!!!
ReplyDeleteI love this post, truly! You had me at "I wear the night"...not just flirting. I know something of the night, indeed I do. Thank you for dropping by, and loved seeing you at the Ball! Gorgeous, gorgeous dress...and most dreamy of dates...sigh...
ReplyDeleteOh! What a fun-sounding ball! Beautiful dress and handsome date. :-)
ReplyDeletebrilliant-have a lovely time!
ReplyDeleteOo beautiful! I want to go there too.
ReplyDeleteNow it makes perfect sense why Hugh couldn't take me! You really rocked in that dress, I can just bet (being his favorite color and all) but where did you two go? I never saw either of you on the dance floor, or the bar, or the balcony....were you in the west wing? I know, you can't share....! Right?!!!
ReplyDeleteOH... Hugh Jackman! Your are the reason he didn't call me back. Well, I will be stalking him all night, sorry. :) And I KNOW where I will be Christmas day after our dinner ... we are going as a family to see "Les Mis" in the theatre. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, see... Hugh just gets me all flustered. Your dress is a piece of artwork! and your poem is lovely... "I wear the night..." sigh...
DeleteI have seen the trailer and its fantastic ~
DeleteThanks Margaret ~
Feeling all fluttery here -- I'm not sure whether it's the poem or Hugh that's causing my palpitations: maybe it's a little of both. You look beautiful, and your date dances like a dream, you lucky thing!
ReplyDeletedelightfully fun!
ReplyDeletelove the dream date! :)
Tangos, twists and trysts - perfect trio. :)
ReplyDeleteThe poem combines fun, style and elegance - exactly right for a ball.
ReplyDeleteElegant, beautiful, Sexy. Wearing the night.... *sigh
ReplyDeleteBeautiful dress and date! A pleasure to meet you at the ball!
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone for the visits and compliments ~
ReplyDeleteHugh and I had a lovely time at the ball ~ Smiles ~
I can only echo what's been said; yes, to the words, the dress and the man!
ReplyDeletebeautiful!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! A vision your poem, your dress and the date ;D
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