Tonight Felt Like Poetry

Tonight felt like poetry, so I’m going to write it.

They say every castle holds a fairy tale

And I think tonight, I have found mine

in the laughter and the excitement and the creaks in the staircase leading to my room

in the bright red doors and cobblestone streets and strangers fated to be friends

Everywhere I look, a new page writes itself

I could fill up a storybook of the journeys and adventures I will soon have

The places I will go and the people I will meet as I do

But I cannot forget tonight, when my story erupted quietly within stone walls enveloped by fog so thick you’d almost neglect it’s there at all

Tonight is a fairy tale of its own

Toasts dance and champagne glasses clink through the room

Sips stolen between eager smiles

What is in my glass, I can’t be sure

But the taste is sweet

And tonight, sweet is the magic dusted into pages of a children’s book

One song plays here, another there

I don’t know who graces the piano yet, or whose voice roams through the once quiet halls

But I will someday soon

And tonight, someday is a masterpiece just begging to be written

Plans to wander far and wide travel through the air

All becoming more in reach as they do

The world is at my fingertips, and I am learning to tighten my grasp

For now, though, I am here

And tonight, here is once upon a time and happily ever after all rolled into one

Here lies a poem I cannot wait to write

A story I cannot wait to read

And a fairy tale I cannot wait to tell,

Over

And over

Again