Two glass slippers

Though believe, though, check
But yesterday I dreamed -
If Prince rushed me
On a silver horse.
And we met the dancers,
Drummer and trumpeter,
Forty-eight conductors
And one gray-haired violinist.


Though believe, though check -
It was a great ball
And the artist on the cuff
My portrait painted.
Said the sage known
What I do not dearer.
Composer sang me a song,
And a poet poet.


Though believe, though check -
So I danced a quadrille,
What thirteen Cavaliers
Could not catch my breath.
And the band was on fire,
I laughed all the people,
Because the piano
The king himself played gabot.


Though believe, though check -
I spun like a top,
And so, perhaps,
Lost slipper.
And when my dream melted
As night clouds,
Stood at my window
Two glass slippers.