gathering my skirts...

i'm escaping from the noise, the gowns, the lights
i'm gathering my skirts, fleeing the glorious fights
of the rich and beautiful, the frivolity and smiles
i'm going to run and run for miles upon miles

so take my hand if you'll join me, we'll run away
we'll run through the night, sleep through the day
we'll have our own ball in nature's wooded hall
so come away with me, let's leave it all
behind.

6 comments:

Sher said...

This post is just perfect, I adore the picture and the accompanying words:)

AX80 said...

I'm gonna agree with the first comment. Touching.

Cafe Fashionista said...

Ooh, the lyrical words here are just magical. And paired with that photograph...j'adore! You are an amazing writer! :)

Pop Champagne said...

awww cute poem, and the skirt picture fits perfectly! You're great with words :) And I agree that Miranda Kerr is cute and she seems so nice, I wouldn't mind spending a day at the spa and going shopping with her hehe

Kristin said...

That's just how I feel today. Running away and escaping it all for a moment would be heavenly!

The Haute-Shopper said...

Very beautiful verses... and that frock is just divine.

P.S. I feel the same as you with regard to Irina winning PR. Ugh... why do the mean girls get so far? No doubt she's talented, but I think designers also need to be social in order to get along with all the people they'll end up having to work with. I was hoping for Carol Hannah...