Un-prophetic Vision

I had a flutter of a vision last night
Standing in front of a snow capped mountain
With a cherry faced man, both of us wearing
Fleeced winter hats, baring toothy grins.  
Sparkling like a tethered bird
Who forgot how to fly.

I wear red, spaghetti strapped camisoles
And vexing, black skirts
Drunk, just a little,
High, just a little,
Dance on the slippery, glittery club floor
Like a stripper;
Letting them caress the wild, wisps of my black hair
Touch all the right places, just a little,
Until I able to
Unleash the fettered, bruising restraints
That bind my soul.  

Now that is a vision.