East of the Sun


The Wild Swans






Copyright 1987 by Harley White

All rights reserved.




“Should and Ought”
All Players assuming roles


Should and ought— Should and ought—           

Sabotage my every thought…

You behave as you were taught!

Break the rules and you’ll get caught!


Eat your spinach and your peas.

Say ‘God bless you,’ to each sneeze.

Never argue; never tease.

Always say ‘thank you’ and ‘please’.


Hurry up or you’ll be late!

Drink your milk; clean your plate!

When you speak, enunciate.

Exercise and watch your weight.


Be subdued in what you wear.

All your troubles bravely bear.

Scrub your face and brush your hair.

Wash your mouth out when you swear!


Don’t be naughty; don’t you cry!

Never cheat and never lie!

Make your mark before you die!

Just comply and don’t ask why!


Learn to add, subtract, and spell.

Get straight A’s!  Succeed!  Excel!

You be good and don’t rebel,

Or God will send you right to Hell!


Act demure, never flirty.

You stay pure!  Sex is dirty!


Fee!  Fie!  Foe!  Fou!

I will tell you what to do!

If you dare obey me not—

With plague of guilt, will you rot!


Don’t get mad!

Anger’s bad!

Better say, ‘thank you’,

Or I’ll spank you!


Shame!  Shame!

You’re to blame!




I’m a Beast!  Here I come!

Fee!  Fie!  Foe!  Fum!

Fee!  Fie!  I’m  Beast!

Foe!  Fum!  Here I come!


There’s an inner voice within

This raging, roaring, pounding din.

Though the echo soft may be,

Listen… it will set you free.


Knick knack paddywack!  Tick tick tock!

Take the key and turn the lock!

Ring around a rosey—

Pocket full of posy—

Ashes… Ashes…

We all fall down!




“We’ll Tell You a Tale”

Narrator Chorus


We’ll tell you a tale, a timeless tale—

You young at heart, both big and small—

Of a Prince and Beast, from a spell released

By Beauty and Love that conquered all.


Once upon a rose, so our story goes,

In a land far away and long ago,

A merchant did live— his children to give

Every blessing that fortune could bestow.


Sons there were and daughters three—

The youngest was known by the name Beauty.

In virtue and loveliness none could surpass

This very duteous, beauteous lass.


Yet the more in virtue was Beauty zealous,

The more became her sisters jealous.

While they strutted and flitted in their finery,

With good books and music Beauty kept company.


But before we’ve told our story entire,

Let us call on the Muses to inspire

Each voice and gesture, as we strive

To make this fairy tale come alive!





In the city dwelt so lavishly

This very fortunate family;

But fortune is fickle as we shall see,

For fate had other plans for our Beauty.


Now the merchant was a man of very good sense.

He spared no effort or expense

His daughters to educate splendidly—

Such a devoted father was he.


All of his daughters were endowed prettily,

But the youngest grew lovelier with each year.

Everyone called her “Beauty”—

A name her sisters couldn’t bear to hear.


To ridiculous airs did the sisters pretend,

So proud and vain were they.

These haughty girls would not condescend

With other merchants’ daughters to play.


It was known the sisters had ermines and pearls,

So eminent merchants to them did propose.

But since merchants were neither dukes nor earls,

Each of those girls simply turned up her nose.


But when a man asked Beauty to marry.

She would thank him graciously,

Explaining that she still wished to tarry

And keep her father company.






“Storm Sequence”



This is sure one whale of a gale— Whew!

One whale of a gale to sail through.

We’re a tired, hungry, pale crew.

This is sure one whale of a gale— Phew!


This is sure one whale of a gale— Whew!

One whale of a gale to prevail through.

Our courage is starting to fail, too.

This is sure one whale of a gale— Phew!


So shed your cares, but keep your wits.

Say your prayers… if time permits—


This is sure one whale of a gale— Whew!

One whale of a gale to sail through.

Such winds!  Who knows what they’ll do?!

What a gale!  What a hullabaloo— Phew!    





My children… my beloved children…

How do I start?  Aching is my heart.

Raging winds have stolen away

Gold skies of yesterday—

Heavy hangs tomorrow,

With dark clouds of sorrow—


Gone… gone… all is gone…

Lost to the stormy sea…

Gone… gone… all is gone…

We’re reduced to poverty.

Gone… gone… all is gone…

Except for our cottage in the country.


Sisters, Beauty, and Merchant


What will become of us?  Where can we go?

Oh, the utter shame of it— if anyone should know!


‘Tis not an easy life to embrace—

But this challenge we’ll together face.




The older sisters planned prematurely

To marry and remain in town.

They thought their former suitors surely

Could not possibly let them down.


But in this the ladies were sadly mistaken.

Not only of wealth were they now bereft—

By fair-weather friends they were forsaken,

And their lovers slighted them right and left.




“I’m through with Men”



Once I thought it would be fun to have my pick of men.

Now all I can truly say is that I’m sick of men.

They lie and cheat.  They double deal.

They’re full of conceit.  That’s all they feel.


They want you to be there for them—

To cook and clean and care for them—

To even curl your hair for them—

But when you’re feeling sad and glum

And need them most of all,

You can be sure that they won’t come…

In fact they won’t even call.


So before any male decides I’m fair game,

As far as I’m concerned they’re all the same—

Very stressful… Far too guessful…

Not heart-warming… Habit-forming…

From now on I’ll simply snub any he who wants to play—

Because all men, without exception, rub me the wrong way…


I’m through with men, once again—

Except this time I mean it!

Men are uncouth.  They don’t tell the truth.

Fortunately, I’ve seen it.

I used to be so curious about the men I’d see;

But now I’m merely furious… Keep them away from me!


I’m through with men—

Even when… I see a handsome one.

In fact, they’re the worst.  They put themselves first.

And all they’re after is fun.


Once I believed like Cinderella—

That my prince would come.

Now I know there’s no such fella.

It must have been delirium!


Men have nothing to recommend them.

You befriend them— what do you get?

Though you attend them and defend them,

You can bet your man will pet

Any flirtatious blonde or brunette!


I’m through with men!  I’m not open

To being a grown man’s mother!

Men are simply not loyal.  Your reputation they’ll soil,

By saying one thing and meaning another.


Men no longer can surprise me—

Mesmerize me as before.

Now that I’ve become a wise me,

I know which sex is inferior!


I’m through with men!  For now and then

Masculinity I’ll ignore!

For men bring only pain on me.

They’re certainly a strain on me.—

Not to mention a drain on me!


So even when I have a yen for a gorgeous specimen

Or swoon over some Parisian,

Please give me oxygen!

Just remind me to count to ten…

And bid him, “Adieu”!

Because I’m through with men!!!



“It serves them right.”  “We told you so,”

Were phrases on the townsfolk’s lips.

“’Twas their own extravagance, don’t you know,

That caused the good merchant to lose his ships.”


“We don’t care feathers or figs.”

“Pride needs humbling, such as theirs.”

“While milking cows and minding pigs,

Let’s see them keep their haughty airs!”


“But as for Beauty, we’re concerned

For one so charming and so sweet.”

“The smallest favor she always returned.”

“She’s gentle and good— so devoid of conceit.”


And indeed though Beauty had not a penny,

There were many who sought her hand.

But she could not bear to leave her father in despair

She gave her suitors to understand.




So they moved to their cottage, where, rigorously,

Father and sons who numbered three

Applied themselves, vigorously,

To farming and animal husbandry.


Beauty awoke in the early morning air

And worked assiduously all day long.

At first life seemed so difficult to bear,

But she soon found herself growing healthy and strong.


After her hard day’s work was done,

Beauty read, played the harpsichord, or sang while she spun—

While her sisters were bored to oblivion,

For every single bit of work they did shun.


They spent their mornings yawning in bed.

In afternoon they strolled about,

Lamenting their losses— wishing they were dead.

Their faces wore a perpetual pout.


The family had lived for a year in this way,

When something disturbed their tranquility.

To the merchant came a letter, which did say

That a long lost vessel had returned safely.


“Our ship has come in!” cried the sisters, sublime.

“Of course the cargo will be intact.”

But Beauty was quiet, knowing that time

Would soon turn fiction into fact.


While the news turned the older girls upside down

And delusions they had of grandeur, yes—

The merchant prepared to journey to town

And seek their fortune more or less.


The sisters were weary of the country no doubt

And longed for city trappings once more.

As their father made ready to set out,

With commissions they loaded him— by the score.




“I Want— I Want”



I want— I want rubies— emerald earrings— French perfume.

I want— I want splendid satin curtains for my room.

I want a silk fan— so that I can a man beguile.

I want a good marriage— and a carriage in the latest style.


I want hand-brocaded dresses— a tiara for my tresses.

I want a full-length coat of mink.

That’s a bit extravagant, don’t you think?!


I want— I want diamonds— set in twenty carat gold.

I want to be wealthy— once again— a thousand-fold!




And you, Beauty— you’ve been silent.

Would you like jewels or fancy clothes?




Nothing… but your safe return—

Well, perhaps I’d like a rose—


Since we moved to the country

Not a single rose will sprout.

They’ve become a rarity,

For none grow hereabout.




Just a rose!  A silly rose!  Come on, Sister, is that all?!

Father, she is trying to mock us— asking for a thing so small.




I’ll return safely, never fear—

And you shall have your rose, my dear.




It was not that Beauty cared

For a rose particularly.

But with this request, she hoped to be spared

From arousing her sisters’ hostility.


So the merchant set out on his journey that day

And reached the town in all due speed.

But more misfortune, sad to say,

Awaited this poor man, indeed.


The cargo was in such disarray

It could not fetch a decent price.

And creditors, like birds of prey,

Pounced upon the merchandise.


The good man salvaged just enough

To return home, not a penny more.

Again he set out on the road so rough,

As poor as he had been before.


Winter her icy arms did spread

And the land did enfold—

As he made his way, dispirited,

Downhearted, dejected, tired, and cold.


Yet through a forest he had to pass,

As darkness closed in upon the day.

Longing to see his children, alas—

Soon the good merchant lost his way.


Black and gloomy was the night.

And though he knew his house was nearby,

In his sad and lonely plight,

He had not a single star to steer by.


Snow did fall— Winds did howl—

And the merchant began to feel alarm.

Packs of wolves were on the prowl,

And he feared that to him would come great harm.


Just when the good man was thrown from his horse,

What should appear in his weary view,

But something magical, of course—

A green and golden avenue.


Leading his tired and hungry mount,

The merchant made his way, amazed,

Through trees bearing fruits too numerous to count

Toward a splendid castle that brilliantly blazed.


By now the good man was feeling hungry,

As he began to look around

The castle hall where a fire blazed merrily,

But not a soul was to be found.


At length the merchant spied a table

Laden with such scrumptious fare

That he wondered if he might be able

To help himself, perhaps no one would care.


Since he was soaked with snow and rain,

To the fire he drew quite near,

Thinking to dry himself again,

While waiting for the master of the house to appear.


When the clock struck eleven on the mantel shelf

And still no one did his solitude break,

The merchant thought, to himself,

That he just a bit of liberty now might take.



It was ten in the morning when the merchant arose.

And he was astonished to see

His breakfast alongside a new suit of clothes.

“This palace must belong to a good fairy!”


The merchant exclaimed, as he drank his chocolate,

“Thank you!  Thank you, my kind lady!

Your charity did me rejuvenate.

Thank you for taking pity on me!”


But silence was his only earful;

Still not a soul was to be seen.

As the merchant was naturally fearful,

He shivered as he wondered, ‘What can this mean?’


Yet what he saw through the castle window

Made him wonder even more.

Birds sang sweetly in green arbors below,

Where winter snow had been before.


The good man made his timid way

Toward the stable where he knew his horse must be,

Through the garden in the sunlit day—

When what do you think his eyes did see?!


Flowers blooming, nodding coyly,

Such sweet fragrances filled his nose

That the merchant knelt, and with joy, he

Picked a single exquisite rose.




“Stop Right There You”



Stop right there you!

Just how dare you

Steal a rose!

Heaven knows,

My roses I adore.

I love them more

Than all the riches I possess.

For your mean ungratefulness,

You must pay!  Pay, I say!

Do not try to run away!

You shall suffer, wait and see,

For what you have done to me!


Squirm— squirm— squirm, you worm!

Squirm like a microscopic germ!

Squirm— squirm— squirm, you worm!

Squirm like a pent-up pachyderm!




Oh, spare me!  Spare me, generous friend!

I didn’t intend to ever offend you.

I’m as grateful, as can be,

For your hospitality.


When these roses I did find,

I never thought that you would mind

If I helped myself to one.

Forgive me, please, for what I’ve done!

‘Twas taken in love and fatherly duty

For my youngest daughter, Beauty.




Do not flatter me— that I hate!

You are very fortunate

I did not kill you on the spot!

But, forgive you I will not!




                              Beast                                  Merchant

                        Squirm— squirm—                        Oh, spare me!  Spare me,

                                   squirm, you worm!                         generous friend!

                        Squirm like a                                               I didn’t intend to

                                   microscopic germ!                          ever offend you.

                        Squirm— squirm—                         I’m as grateful,

                                   squirm, you worm!                         as can be,

                        Squirm like a                                    For your

                                   pent-up pachyderm!                      hospitality!




“Pardon me, please, I beg of you,

My Lord!” cried the merchant, trembling.

“All I truly wanted to do

Was for my daughter this rose to bring.”


“Do not say ‘My Lord’ to me!”

Shouted the monster, with a roar so deep.

“For a beast is what you see.

Your compliments— you can keep!”


‘Such a monster— such a beast will slay me, too!’

The merchant thought.

‘Oh, what if dear Beauty knew

What horrors her rose hath wrought!’


Indeed the Beast would not be moved

By courtesy or fervent pleas,

Though the good man his desperation proved

By genuflecting on quaking knees.


At length the monster, leaning near,

Spoke in a less terrifying voice

To the merchant who was crouched in fear:

“Perhaps you have another choice.”


“Insolent though you’ve been,

Without mercy I am not.

Still your freedom you may win—

You say daughters you have got.”


“I will pardon you on condition

That one of them will willingly give

Herself— and come in submission,

So that her father might live.”


“If none of your daughters will agree

To return and take your place,

No alternative shall there be

But your punishment to face.”


The merchant had no mind at all

To sacrifice his daughters to this beast,

But he hoped his doom to forestall—

Or to gain a little time at least.


“Just three months you may use,”

Said the Beast, definitively,

“Then if your daughters still refuse,

You must give yourself up to me.”


So the good man swore an oath

To return freely then.

For as a father he was loath

Not to see his children again.


Then the monster added grimly,

“Lest you think to escape from view—

You can never hide from me,

For I will come and fetch you!”


The beast dismissed the merchant, saying,

“Now you may go to take your rest;

And you’ll find where you are staying

A great empty treasure chest.”


“Fill this coffer with all it can hold—

Take whatever pleases you—

Precious stones, silver, or gold.”

And at once the Beast withdrew.


‘Well,’ thought the good man, ‘if I die,

Anyhow I shall know

That upon my children I did try

A bit of wealth to bestow.’


Weary of mind and sick at heart,

The merchant opened his chamber door.

What he found gave him a start—

Heaps of gold about the floor.


So he filled the chest with treasure,

Longing to be with his family once more.

For though this fortune could bring him no pleasure,

He hoped his children to provide for.


Sadly the merchant his horse did mount

In his hand still clutching the rose.

Laden with sorrows— too many to count—

That only a loving father knows.



When their father they did see

The sons and daughters rushed to his side,

But as they embraced him tenderly

The merchant broke down and cried.


“I’m afraid,” the good man wept,

“That all of our hopes are lost.

For though my promise to Beauty I’ve kept,

Little do you know what this rose has cost.”


Then the merchant tried as best he could

His dreadful adventure to relate.

He wished to make it understood

That he could not escape his fate.


The eldest girls lamented loudly,

Venting their sorrow, pain, and fears—

As they accused their sister proudly,

“Look at Beauty— She sheds no tears!”


“That little wretch would not request

Something like jewels or fancy clothes—

She had to make herself look the best.

Now father will die because of that rose!”


“I need not cry,” answered Beauty;

“For our father shall not die.

He was merely doing his duty.

The one who must pay is…  I.”


“Since one of his daughters the monster will take,

I’ll deliver myself up to his fury;

And my life I will stake—

This Beast will be my judge and jury.”



At length it was time for father and child

Finally… to depart

For the palace of the Beast, so wild.

Each said, ‘Goodbye’ with heavy heart.


The sisters with onions rubbed their eyes,

So as to appear to cry a great deal;

But the brothers, who felt otherwise,

Heartily wept tears so real.


The horse took off and seemed to fly

With the road’s every curve and bend.

There was barely time to fear what would lie

In wait for them at journey’s end.


Night fell and to their great surprise

Colored lights began to shine.

Before their very wondering eyes,

Fireworks flashed in brilliant design.


They approached the tree-lined avenue,

Where marble statues held torches lit.

And, as the palace came into view,

Beauty thought, ‘Now, this must be it!’


Lights blazed.  Music did play;

And the night seemed replaced by day.

She tried to laugh her fear away:

‘The Beast must be rejoicing over his prey!’


Into the great hall went the trembling two,

Where a sumptuous table was spread;

And Beauty saw her life pass by in review,

For she imagined she’d soon be dead.


Yet when neither hide nor hair, after awhile,

Had been seen of the Beast,

Beauty managed a feeble smile,

Saying, “Let’s have a bite of supper at least.”


She seated herself… and began

To partake of the lavish feast.

As she passed a plate to the good man,

With a great noise, appeared the Beast.


The merchant wept and whispered, “Farewell!”

To Beauty, clasped in his embrace.

But her trembling was too great to quell,

When she saw the monster’s horrible face.


Still she mustered her courage as best she could

And saluted him, respectfully.

For a girl so pure… and so good

Was our heroine, Beauty.


This evidently the Beast did please,

And, after a time, he began to speak,

In a tone that the bravest heart would freeze

And make the boldest warrior meek.


“Good evening, old man.  Good evening, Beauty.”

The merchant was too terrified to reply.

But the girl, doing her daughterly duty,

Said, “We wish you good evening, my father and I.”


The monster asked, “Have you come willingly?

Will you remain when your father goes away?”

Suppressing the fear that gripped her chillingly,

“Yes,” Beauty answered, “I’m prepared to stay.”


“Since you have come of your own accord,

I am content,” said the Beast.  “Although

Your father may have room and board

For just one night— then he must go!”


“When morning comes, get up quickly,” said he

To the merchant.  “Your horse will be waiting then.

But remember— don’t expect to see

Me or my palace ever again.”


Then, turning to Beauty, the Beast did say,

“In the room next to this

Are treasures your father may take away,

For you… he will sorely miss.”


“Trunks you’ll find that you may fill

With anything that pleases you.

Help yourself to whatever you will— ”

And the monster withdrew.


“Let us make haste the trunks to fill,

Before appears the dawn’s rosy light.

For all of this splendid treasure will

Make our family rich this night.”


When they had finished, they went to bed,

Sure that they would not sleep a wink.

But at once their fears were quieted,

And into slumber they did sink.


As Beauty slept, she dreamed a dream:

A Stately Lady to her did appear,

Saying, “Things aren’t as bad as they may seem,

For you will be rewarded, my dear.”


Her father she told, when she awoke,

Thinking this dream some comfort would bring.

Still he wept, till on his tears he did choke;

For now he must be leaving.


Down into the courtyard went father and child,

Where the horse pawed the ground impatiently;

And though the day was sunny and mild—

So sorrowful was Beauty.


The merchant was forced to bid her, ‘adieu’,

As the horse galloped off in the blink of an eye.

So quickly was he lost from view

That she hadn’t time to wave ‘goodbye’.


Now so very all alone

Was our courageous Beauty.

Pain greater than she’d ever known

Made her cry bitterly.


Finally she wandered back to her room,

Wiping her eyes, which did endlessly weep.

Swept by sadness, swallowed in gloom,

Mercifully Beauty fell asleep.


And she dreamed she was walking by a brook,

Bordered with trees, lovely and green,

When a young Prince made her stop and look,

Handsomer than she’d ever seen.


With a voice that overcame all doubt,

He spoke to Beauty, so joyfully surprised:

“Only try to find me out,

No matter how I may be disguised.”


“Here your every wish will be gratified.

There’ll be no need to compromise.

Yes, you and I shall be satisfied—

Only do not trust too much to your eyes.”


“To make you happy, Prince, what can I do?”

Beauty asked him, tenderly.

“Just don’t desert me, I beg of you,

Till you’ve saved me from my misery.”


Then suddenly the Prince was gone.

Into the mist he disappeared.

Still Beauty’s dream went on,

As now another vision cleared.


Once again the Stately Lady

Came in the wave of a magic wand,

To the grove so leafy and shady,

By a shining mirror pond.


In her dazzled wonderment

Beauty asked, “Where did he go?

Who is this Prince, so heaven-sent?

How will him I truly know?”






“Somehow You’ll Know Him”

Stately Lady


Somehow you’ll know him— the man of your dreams—

Love’s an intuitive art.

Slowly will grow… a warm inner glow,

If you follow… the lead of your heart.


Somehow you’ll know him— the man of your dreams—

You’ll sense it from the start.

Once love appears… it will banish your fears,

If you follow… the lead of your heart.


Though the road be rocky and rough,

Though the winds should howl and storm,

Together you’ll have more than enough

Love to keep you… oh, so warm.


Somehow he’ll find you— the man of your dreams—

Though you are now apart.

Then, at last, you two… will make your dreams come true…

If you follow… the lead of your heart.




Somehow I’ll know him— the man of my dreams—

For love’s an intuitive art.

Slowly will grow… a warm inner glow,

If I follow… the lead of my heart.


Somehow I’ll know him— the man of my dreams—

I’ll sense it from the start.

Once love appears… it will  banish my fears,

If I follow… the lead of my heart.


Though the road be rocky and rough,

Though the winds should howl and storm,

Together we’ll have more than enough

Love to keep us… oh, so warm.


Somehow he’ll find me— the man of my dreams—

Though we are now apart.

Then, at last, we two… will make our dreams come true…

If I follow… the lead of my heart.




Beauty found her dreams so marvelous

That she was reluctant to open her eyes.

Till a softly ringing bell called her thus:

“Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, now arise.”


As Beauty dined, she began to wonder

About the Prince she had met in her dream:

‘Could it be a spell I’m under?

Why does he so real seem?’


When at length she could eat no more,

The Beast appeared in her mind’s eye;

‘Perhaps this palace I’ll explore,

For very soon I’m sure to die.’


So Beauty dressed in a splendid gown

And the palace halls began to roam,

Looking left, right, up and down

Her new, strange and wondrous home.


Magnificence reigned, absolute,

In a splendidly fitted library,

With a grand piano and a golden flute.

“This is amazing!” said she.


“Someone truly understands

Just of what my joys are made!”

She gleefully cried as she clapped her hands,

Finding she was no longer afraid.


“Time will not hang heavy on me,”

Whispered Beauty to herself,

As a book bound so arrestingly

She carefully took from the shelf.


‘I’m not to be bored evidently,’

She thought, as she looked at the book she did hold.

Then opening it… what did she see?…

But a verse written all in gold.


“Welcome, Beauty!  Desire!  Command!

Banish all fear and distress.

Wish your wishes.  Dream your dreamland.

Here you are Queen and Mistress!”


“Alas,” said she with a sigh,

“There’s nothing I desire, but somehow

To see my poor father.  I wish that I

Could know what he is doing now.”


No sooner had Beauty let these words pass,

Then what appeared in her view—

But a very amazing looking glass,

Where she saw her father and sisters, too.


There was her house where the merchant had just

Arrived, his face tear-stained and woebegone;

And her sisters with hypocrisy did almost bust,

Over their father to fawn.


Each girl made strange grimaces,

Trying to appear a grief-stricken creature

Over Beauty’s loss; but still their faces

Betrayed joy in every feature.


The images lasted but a moment in her mind

And then disappeared, like a vision feverish.

Beauty turned away, thinking how kind

Was the Beast for fulfilling her wish.


In the evening, as she sat down to supper,

She heard the noise that the monster made;

And begging his leave to stay and join her,

He approached the table where dinner was laid.


“Well,” Beauty replied, “how can I refuse?”

As she tried to keep from shuddering.

“You may do what you choose,

For here you are master of everything.”


“No,” said the Beast, “that is not true.

You alone are mistress here.

I’ll leave if I’m disturbing you.

Simply tell me to disappear.”


“Hideous do you not find me?

Uglier than imagine you could?”

“Yes, for I cannot lie,” said Beauty.

“But I also find you very good.”


Then the Beast asked her— could she be happy

In this palace, herself to amuse?

And Beauty thought, more confidently,

That there was nothing she need refuse.


Till all at once the monster said,

“Beauty, will you marry me?”

And the maiden, so disquieted,

Replied, “No, Beast, that cannot be!”


“Since you, Beauty, will not say yes,”

Responded he, with a great sigh,

“It’s time to say goodnight, I guess.”

And so he withdrew with a tear in his eye.


When Beauty was alone, compassion she felt

For the sad Beast, so lonely was he.

Now indeed her heart did melt,

And she wished to save him from his misery.


But at night once again of the Prince she dreamed—

So charming, disarming… that at once she fell

In love.  In truth to her it seemed

That she was under a magic spell.




Days passed swiftly, hour upon hour,

As Beauty enjoyed a life so replete

With books and music— she did flower

Into self-assurance without conceit.


Each evening with the Beast she dined;

And though he asked her graciously

To be his wife, she always declined,

Saying, “You I cannot marry.”


But more and more, Beauty did find

Herself to this monster amazingly drawn,

For he was gentle and so kind

That his ugliness seemed nearly gone.


Every day Beauty found a new quality

Amazing— in this Beast so dichotomous.

For such a very very strange mixture was he

Of satyr, scholar, prince, and hippopotamus.


Finally one night Beauty inquired

Of the Beast— how had he come to be so

Fearsome, cultured, hideous, admired?

He answered in words so halting and slow.





“I Am a Beast”



I am a Beast— I dwell in the Realm of Hunger.

Once upon a time, when I was younger,

Some enchantment did enfold

My heart in frozen, icy cold;

And my world became a prism—

Mirror image of a schism

Deep within my very being.

Soon all I was ever seeing

Was the surface of a looking glass…

I could not break this curse— alas—


Now I’m a Beast all shun and damn.

Though surrounded with wealth, ad nauseam,

I lack the treasures of the heart;

And I am doomed to live apart

From everyone.  There is only

One way to save me from being the lonely,

Ugly, stupid Beast you see…

Someone beautiful must love me.

But that’s impossible, I know all too well.

And there’s nothing else that can break this spell.




His words her very heart did reach,

Causing Beauty sorrow deep;

For she longed the Beast love to teach,

And in her soul… she did weep.


Willingly, did Beauty reply,

In a tone profoundly moved.

For she wished to dignify

The humanity he had proved.



“Many Are the Men”



Many are the men who disgrace

The wearing of a human face.

Though a Beast you appear to be,

It is very plain to me

That you’re less monstrous, by far,

Than countless other humans are.


And you think you have no wit;

Well, if you truly hadn’t it,

You would certainly not know it.

Yet to others… you would show it.


Many are the men who disgrace

The wearing of a human face.

Though a Beast you appear to be,

It is very plain to me

That you’re less monstrous, by far,

Than countless other humans are.


Still— when it comes to marriage, I’m afraid

For this match… I’m just not made.

But… I’ll be your friend… forever…

And I promise to forsake you… never!




Time passed by in different amusements—

Walks in the gardens, music, and books.

The palace was filled with opulent magnificence,

Frilled with delightful crannies and nooks.


Each night in her dreams came the Prince from above,

Filling her full of ecstasy sweet.

For Beauty had fallen quite in love

With a man in daylight she could not meet.


And every evening the Beast, it seemed,

Never tired of asking for her hand;

But, though more and more… him she esteemed.

Beauty loved the Prince… of her dreamland.





“Thick and Thin”



You, with silent key…

Opened the door of me.

Won’t you please… please come in—

Stay… oh stay through thick and thin?!


Let us wander hand in hand

To the flame and forest land.

Won’t you please… please come in—

Stay… oh stay through thick and thin?!


I have hungered for your touch

Forever— your love I need so much!

You, with silent key…

Opened the door of me.

Won’t you please… please come in—

Stay… oh stay through thick and thin?!


Soft, I hear your lovely sighs—

Starlight echoing in your eyes.

Won’t you please… please come in—

Stay… oh stay through thick and thin?!


Whisper warm that sweet word ‘Yes’.

How I long for your caress!

You, with silent key…

Opened the door of me.

Won’t you please… please come in—

Stay… oh stay through thick and thin?!



“I’m Sorry”



I’m sorry—

I cannot give you my love

I wish I could.

Maybe I should.

Though I pledge my friendship for life,

I can never be your wife!


After all, you are a Beast.

You don’t resemble… in the least…

My charming, disarming, dashing Prince!

The sight of you… still makes me wince…


My heart belongs to the Prince of my dreams,

Who comes in the night among the moonbeams.

There are those who’d say that he doesn’t exist,

But I know, one day, I will be kissed

By the gallant Prince I’m dreaming of—

The only man I can ever love!




              Beast                                                  Beauty

You, with silent key…                               I’m sorry—

Opened the door of me.                            I cannot give you my love.

Won’t you please…                                               I wish I could.

            please come in—                            Maybe I should.

Stay… oh stay                                             Though I pledge my friendship for life,

            through thick and thin?!                            I can never be your wife!


Let us wander hand in hand                     After all, you are a Beast.

To the flame and forest land.                    You don’t resemble… in the least…

Won’t you please…                                               My charming, disarming,

please come in—                                        dashing Prince!

Stay… oh stay                                             The sight of you

            through thick and thin?!                            still makes me wince…


You, with                                                     My heart belongs

            silent key…                                                 to the Prince of my dreams,

Opened                                                        Who comes in the night

            the door of me.                                            among the moonbeams.

Won’t you please…                                               There are those who’d say

            please come in—                                        that he doesn’t exist,

Stay… oh stay                                             But I know, one day,

            through thick and thin?!                            I will be kissed

Won’t you please                                       By the gallant Prince

            please come in—                                        I’m dreaming of—

Stay… oh stay                                             The only man

            through thick and thin?!                             I can ever love!




Yet the bond between Beauty and Beast was such

That it grew stronger… day by day.

The monster dared not protest too much

For he truly wanted her to stay.


While Beauty herself was beginning to tire

Of a life so filled with comfort and ease;

For each material… desire

Was so instantly gratified, nothing could please.







I’m bored with having everything— I’m running out of wishes—

With being served such lavish and delicious gourmet dishes.

I’m even bored with never having any work to do.

I’m bored… definitely bored… It’s true.


I’m bored with this whole palace and everything that’s in it—

With being treated like a queen every single minute–

With rubies, sapphires, emeralds, pearls, and, diamonds, too—

I’m bored… definitely bored… It’s true.


What’s the use of all this money?

                       I’d still be rich with half.

When I think of something funny,

                       there’s no one else around to laugh—

                                               except me, myself, and I—

                       I’m so bored with my own company…

                                               I could die—


With gowns of silk and satin I must admit I’m bored—

With teaching myself Latin and playing the harpsichord.

I’ve everything a girl could want, so why am I so blue?

I’m bored… definitely bored… It’s true.




One evening, as the Beast avowed his affection

And begged her to stay and make his life serene,

Beauty blushed, for a disturbing reflection

That day in the magic mirror she’d seen.


Her father was languishing, sick with grief,

At the loss of his daughter, Beauty.

She longed to him to bring relief

And once again her family to see.


“I implore you, Beast, to let me go

To my father now… before he dies!”

Beauty said.  “For I know

He’ll recover if he sees me with his very own eyes.”


The Beast, who’d been sighing dolefully

While she spoke, now did reply—

So sorrowfully, so soulfully:

“No request of yours… can I deny.”


“I’d rather die myself,” the monster said,

“Than refuse you anything.

So if you must, then go ahead—

And leave me to my suffering.”


“I care too much… you to spurn.”

Beauty replied, “or abandon you in pain.

In just one week… I’ll return.

You shall not wait for me in vain!”


So the Beast, responding to Beauty’s sorrow,

Gave her permission to go for a week,

“If you wish, you may leave tomorrow.”

His words of generosity did bespeak:


“Fill four trunks with all they can hold—

I would not have you lack for anything!

Take what you will of jewels and gold,

So to your family some wealth to bring.”


“But remember your vow and come back to me,

For I cannot live without you, I fear.

I crave your gentle company

And need to feel that you are near.”


Now Beauty was surprised to find that she

Could gladly promise the Beast to return.

She looked at him affectionately,

Though for her father… she did yearn.


Then she stroked the monster’s hand,

Wishing her heartfelt gratitude to give—

So that he might understand

That she was pleased with him to live.


So in celebration they did dine,

Enjoying one another’s company;

And each was hoping that all would be fine

Forever for Beast and Beauty.


Was it the wine that went to his head?

Or tonight was the Beast charming and witty?—

For gathering Beauty in his arms, he said,

“Won’t you dance with me, my Pretty?”


And Beauty, taken by surprise,

Replied, “Why Beast, I’d be delighted!”

And as she looked into his eyes,

The palace seemed more brilliantly lighted.


So they danced for the very first time,

Round and round the castle floor.

Locked in the embrace of friendship, sublime,

They avowed their trust… evermore.




“Good for Each Other”

Beauty and Beast


Good for each other—

We’re good for each other,

Like a mother’s caring,

And a brother’s sharing.


We fit together,

Like sunny and weather,

Like pods and peas,

You’re so easy to please.


I don’t have to try to be clever or smart.

I know I can go… wherever my heart may lead…

                                      if I need to—


Good for each other—

We’re good for each other.

Our friendship’s unbinding and free.

There’s no compromising—

And what’s so surprising…

Is that I seem to be as good for you

As you are good for me.




When they had danced to their hearts’ content,

The Beast said to Beauty, “Tomorrow you’ll be

Somehow, someway… magically sent

To the bosom of your family.”


“Take this ring, dear Beauty,

For now its secrets you must learn.

Place it beside you… when you’re ready

To this palace to return.”


“Say to the ring, simply then,

‘I desire to take flight;

For I wish to see my Beast again.’

Sweet dreams, Beauty.  Goodnight.”





“Sleep’s the Great Healer”


Sleep’s the Great Healer—

Sleep’s the Revealer

                     of hidden meanings,

                     unbidden gleanings.


When sorrow aches us,

Sleep overtakes us—

                     stealing away grief,

                     like a welcome thief.


Night is the coverlet

For a longing lover—yet

It’s Sleep who delves

Deep into our selves,

Finding dusty dreams… on shadowy shelves.


When life’s a jailor,

Sleep’s the unveilor

                     of an inner key…

                     to set us free.


Sleep’s our best friend

                     at a hard day’s end—

Weaver of fantasy… with reality,

Make-believer of what could be…

Sleep’s the Great Healer… of you and me.




As soon as Beauty closed the door

Of her chamber, as she did nightly,

The trunks she spied— Yes, there were four,

Surrounded with treasures glittering brightly.


So she hastened the chests to heap

With the wealth, incredible.

Only when her eyes were heavy with sleep

Did she find that all of them were full.


Of her beloved Prince she dreamt,

Though he appeared sad, weary, and removed—

With outstretched arms that seemed to tempt,

Yet with eyes… that her… silently reproved.


Abruptly, Beauty opened her eyes,

Shaken by her dream of the night before—

When she saw, to her great surprise,

That she was in her father’s house once more.


There were the trunks beside her bed

And on her finger… the magic ring—

As up she sat, scratching her head,

Filled with amazement and wondering.


So much had happened, too strange to tell,

As Beauty tried now to collect herself—

Ringing a little silver bell

That she found on her bedside shelf.


Almost at once the maid did come,

Giving a loud, startled shriek.

And strangely Beauty was struck dumb,

Though millions of words she wished to speak.


The merchant, then, hearing the noise,

Quickly ran up the stairs.

For father and daughter… such great joys

Upon seeing each other… were theirs.


Clasping Beauty in a tight embrace,

In his arms he held her fast—

Rapture showing in his face

At being with his child again at last.


After their first transports had subsided,

Beauty… her father quietly told

About the four trunks the Beast had provided

And of the great wealth… they did hold.


The merchant was filled with gratitude deep

Toward the monster for his generosity;

But he vowed this treasure a secret to keep,

For he wished to die in the country.


And then… while dressing herself Beauty,

The merchant did summon, with their misters,

His older daughters, unexpectedly,

To reunite the three sisters.


But each of those girls had, alas,

Married her very own reflection—

As so often comes to pass

In ‘natural selection’.


One of the sisters had chosen a man

Who sought only pride and pelf.

The other had found, as vanity can,

Someone who thought only of himself.


So the sisters with spouses arrived

To their father’s home… Beauty to see.

But when they observed how she thrived,

Consumed were they with envy.


Beauty welcomed them, one and all,

So glad with her family to be unified—

While the wretched girls… their bitter gall

Toward their sister… tried to hide.


And the merchant, sad to say,

With his own feelings had to wrestle, too.

For he secretly wished that his daughters would stay

And their former relationships… renew.





Sisters and Merchant




I’m overprotective—

I have to confess that I’m clinging— Yes I am.

Although… I know it’s time to let go,

I find that I don’t give a damn.

Dependency’s irrational— and that I am not.

Perhaps, it’s the Oedipus complex I’ve got.

I’ve tried to analyze my possessiveness away,

But it seems to be here to stay.


I’m nosey… and neurotic, too.

I want to know their whos, their whys, their wheres.

Even though it’s none of my business,

I still wish I knew theirs.

I could call it curiosity and say, ‘What the heck…’—

But it’s jealousy… and making me… a nervous wreck.

So, do as I say… and not as I do…

Because I get jealous, too.


Sister I


I’m jealous— I’m embarrassed to admit it,

But I’m jealous— Yes, I am.

Though I try not to reveal it, I definitely feel it.

Oh, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!

Jealousy’s beneath me— Who needs it anyhow?

Still I’ve got an awful case of it now.

No matter how I… try to deny

It— I’m so jealous I could die!


Sister II


I’m jealous— I might as well admit it.

I’m jealous— Yes, I am.

Beauty’s richer by far than you and I are.

Oh, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn!

She sure is a pain— a definite curse!

Her life gets better… while ours get worse.

It just isn’t fair.  She’s got more than her share.

I’m so jealous I could die!




Merchant                    Sister I                         Sister II

I’m overprotective,             I’m jealous—                                   I’m jealous—

I have                                    I’m embarrassed                  I might as well

            to confess                              to admit it,                            admit it,

That I’m clinging—             But I’m jealous—                I’m jealous—

            Yes, I am.                              Yes, I am.                              Yes, I am.

Although…                          Though I try not                  Beauty’s richer

            I know                                   to reveal it,                           by far

It’s time                                 I definitely                            Than you

            to let go,                                feel it.                                    and I are.

I find that                              Oh, damn, damn,                Oh, damn, damn,

            I don’t give                           damn, damn,                        damn, damn,

                        a damn.                                 damn!                                    damn!

Dependency’s                      Jealousy’s                             She sure is

            irrational—                           beneath me—                       a pain—

And that…                            Who needs it                                   A definite

            I am not.                                anyhow?                               curse!

Perhaps,                                Still I’ve                                 Her life

it’s the Oedipus                   got an awful                         gets better…

            complex                                case of it                                while ours

                        I’ve got.                                 now.                                      get worse.

So do                                     No mat-                                 It just

            as I say…                              -ter how I…                          isn’t fair.

            and not                                             try                   She’s got more

            as I do…                               to deny                                  than her share.

Because                                 It— I’m so                             I’m so

            I get                                       jealous                                  jealous

            jealous, too.                          I could die!                           I could die!

I wish I didn’t—                  I mean to tell you—                        I really mean it—

I do get                                  I’m so jealous                       I’m so jealous

            jealous, too.                          I could die!                           I could die!




The hearts of the sisters grew hateful and mean,

Though their envy seemed to have no grounds.

Their faces turned a malicious green

With jealousy that knew no bounds.


These girls could not stifle their spite,

Though Beauty had welcomed them with tenderness warm.

When they saw her more radiant than daylight,

In their minds a venomous plan did form.


“Sister,” said the older, “a thought has struck my mind.

Let us try to keep her here beyond a week.

Perhaps then our Little Beauty will find

That her Beast is not so gentle and meek.”


“Surely this stupid monster will burn

With anger… and his affection will sour,

Once she has broken her promise to return—

And our sweet sister, he’ll devour.”


“That is a brainstorm, yes indeed,”

Replied the other.  “I concur.

To hatch this plot… we will need

To make a tremendous fuss over her.”


Meanwhile, Beauty to her father was confessing

All that did pain her and all that did please.

For she wished to have his heartfelt blessing

And set his troubled mind at ease.


She told him of the Prince of her dreams

And of the Beast’s affection true:

“Father, though he’s ugly, he’s not what he seems.

What do you think I should do?”


“When the Prince I imagine… so handsome and dear,

I don’t feel inclined the Beast to wed—

Although he is gentle, kind, sincere,

And his generosity is unlimited.”


“So I have promised,” continued Beauty,

Looking into her father’s eyes,

“To stay and keep him company.

For how can I do otherwise?”


“Daughter, dear daughter,” the Merchant replied,

After considerable reflection,

“I trust you and I’m satisfied

That you’ve made a wise selection.”


“You tell me yourself… that this Beast,

Frightful as he is, truly loves you.

It seems to me, at the very least,

You’re safe in returning his friendship, too.”


“Though I have missed you more than you know,”

Said the good man, embracing Beauty,

“I understand why you must go.

All I wish is that you be happy.”


“Father, I was so very fearful

That you were lonely, heartbroken, and sad.”

And as Beauty spoke she became tearful,

“All I’ve ever wanted was to make you glad.”


“Let me assure you that I am content

To live with the Beast,” continued she.

“For I find I’m growing confident.

I think he’s a good influence on me.”


But lest we forget the sisters’ scheme…

To Beauty they now came, devilish,

Feigning great warmth, so as to seem

Upon her… affection to lavish.


And sad to say, Beauty was moved

By her sisters so cunning and coy.

She thought their love they at last had proved;

And embracing them, she wept for joy.


When the week had slipped away,

The sisters cried and tore their hair,

Begging Beauty… please to stay

And not abandon them in despair.


Beauty was now truly distraught,

As she watched her sisters rave and rant.

In the horns of a dilemma was she caught,

As she tried to protest, “I simply can’t.”


Yet as their entreaties grew stronger,

Though their motives were so ulterior,

Beauty delayed her return a bit longer

Saying one more week was fine with her.


But now she was so very torn,

Fearing her family to forsake;

For Beauty to herself had sworn

The Beast’s gentle heart not to break.


When she awoke every day,

She vowed her departure to make that night.

Yet after her sisters had begged her to stay.

She thought one week more would be all right.


On the tenth night, as Beauty slept,

She dreamed a very dismal dream.

There was the Beast who sorrowfully wept,

Lying on the grass beside a stream.


He seemed to her about to die,

As he sadly raised his eyes to meet hers,

Calling faintly, “Farewell, Beauty, goodbye.

For you see my life was yours.”


And though she tried to run to him,

Somehow somewhere out of reach he went.

Yet she thought she heard in the moonlight dim

Him murmuring a melancholy lament.


Then Beauty awoke… with a start,

Crying to herself, “What have I done?!

My Beast is dying of a broken heart.

How can I be such a wicked one!?”


“He has never been other than kind to me,

And now I’ve made him suffer so.

Yet, with him I could happy be.

It’s not his fault that he’s ugly, I know.”


“The Beast may not have the looks or wit

By which the social machinery is greased,

But when it comes to goodness… he has it.

Why shouldn’t I marry the Beast?”


Now Beauty arose, quickly as she could,

Reproaching herself with every thought.

‘Although I don’t love him as I should,

Wed him, yes, I think I ought.’


‘Gratitude, respect I feel,

And friendship at the very least.’

As her remorse she did reveal—

Crying, “Oh, my poor unhappy Beast!”


Then her father and sisters both

Beauty found… her news to tell.

Though the girls protested, she was no longer loath

To bid them… a firm farewell.


The merchant his blessing did bestow,

Saying, “Beauty darling, I love you still.

Though you must leave now, I know,

I send you forth with my goodwill.”


So Beauty packed with a troubled mind

Her clothes from the Beast with the greatest care,

When what in the chest should she find—

But the very magic mirror there!


Then as she lifted it to her gaze,

Surprised to find it in this place,

Beauty was reminded of his thoughtful ways—

And, all at once, she beheld his face.


The Beast seemed stricken with infinite sorrow,

His tears misted the mirror with grief.

And though Beauty knew she’d be with him tomorrow,

She suddenly doubted she could give him relief.





“Sad Eyes”



Sad eyes— you have such unbearably sad eyes.

Tomorrow seems frozen in sorrow we’ve chosen

Somehow… someway… Will it end… someday?


Sad eyes— your anguish echoes in my eyes.

It seems ages since I dreamed of a Prince

In the pale moonlight of misty disguise.

That fateful night stole away my peace—

Oh, sad eyes— Will these tears never cease?


If the oceans were dry, they would not be deep enough

To contain such limitless grief.

All the willows that cry… just could not weep enough

To ease your pain and bring relief.


Sad eyes— you have such unfathomably sad eyes.

Was ever a woman so wise that she could see

Beneath this terrible madness

Into your unbearable sadness?


Still this spell I’m under… makes me wonder

If my feelings are true.  Can my love reach you!?

Sad eyes— your eyes have such a melancholy hue.

How I wish you knew… just how much I care for you!

Forever I want to be there for you!


Please hear me now from afar,

For it’s clear to me as the nearest star…

Sad, sad eyes— How dear to me… you are!




So Beauty placed her ring on the table,

And hastily into bed she did climb—

Hoping she might somehow be able

To reach the Beast… in time.


And as the ring lay glowing in the night.

Suddenly the words she remembered then.

Quoth Beauty: “I desire to take flight—

For I wish to see my Beast again.”


She closed her eyes and sank into sleep,

Dreaming a fearful dream, alas—

That through a forest dark and deep

Now she must somehow pass.


And wolves from everywhere did howl,

As Beauty tried her courage to find.

Dreadful demons… did growl

In every corner of her mind.


But still she managed to make her way,

As in tempestuous slumber she did toss,

To a black and white world where there was no gray

And a fearful bridge she had to cross.


Though Beauty tried to resist each extreme,

They seemed to exert a magnetic pull.

Was she awake?  Or was this a dream?

Both worlds seemed equally horrible.


As she paused on the bridge, frozen in her path,

Beauty was accosted by a terrible voice.

A witch-like presence, personifying wrath,

Shrieked: “Now you must make a choice!”




Dream Sequence

Evil Fairy


One or the other!

One or the other!

Which will it be?

Choose!  Choose!

Wrong or right—

Black or white—

You will lose!

Lose!  Lose!




Stately Lady


Though West is West and East is East,

Still there is Beauty in the Beast.

When his love you no longer fear,

Your Prince at last will appear.



“Where are You?”



Where are you?  Where are you?

Where are you, Beast?

All I can see

Are pieces of me.


Where are you?  Where are you?

Where are you, Beast?

I can’t break through

These mirrors to you.


Where are you?  Where are you?

Where are you, Beast?

These walls of glass

Won’t let me pass.


Where are you?  Where are you?

Where are you, Beast?

Won’t you reveal

Yourself to me?


Where are you? Where are you?

Where are you, Beast?

Somehow I feel

I can set you free.




Here I am.  Here I am.

Here I am, Beauty.

Hunger has won.

My days are done.


Here I am.  Here I am.

Here I am, Beauty.

Trapped inside

This icy place.


Here I am.  Here I am.

Here I am, Beauty.

I can’t hide

My ugly face.


Here I am.  Here I am.

Here I am, Beauty.

I’m so lonely

I could die.


Here I am.  Here I am.

Here I am, Beauty.

If only you’d see

That you are I.



“Beauty Is Truth”

(thematic throughout dream)


Stately Lady


Beauty is truth.

Truth— beauty.

Look in the mirror

And dare to see.


Beauty is truth,

Truth is beauty.

And only the truth

Can set you free.


Face this mirror, Beauty— See

Below the surface of you and me.

Ambivalence has torn you apart.

Deep in your secret, silent heart

You must embrace the Beast within

To find the love that’s genuine.



Deeper… look deeper.

Open your eyes.

When will you see

Through his disguise—

And finally turn your fantasy

Into your reality?

His love is constant,

Steady, and sure.

His heart is gentle,

Kind, and pure.

Give him your love, Beauty.

Say, ‘Yes’.  Surprise him.

Then you’ll begin to recognize him.

For this Beast

Is not what he seems.

He is the gallant

Prince of your dreams.





Now I think I finally see

That the problem lies in me…

Long ago this curse was begun…

For the Wicked Witch and I are one.

Since she who enchants can disenchant,

This gives my life a different slant.


How… how hard I’ve tried to hide

My feelings, longings… deep inside—

Called them ugly, steeped in sin—

How cruel to myself I’ve been!—

Cut off from such a lot of me,

Trapped in an inner dichotomy,

Burdened with guilt no one need shoulder—

For beauty’s in the eye of the beholder!



“As I Move Nearer”



As I move nearer and gaze in this mirror,

I see my reflections.  They’re coming clearer.

I’m polishing away doubt and confusion—

Revealing reality beneath illusion.


Stately Lady


Long ago… did begin

This unseen battle, raging within.

A Prince would appear in your dreams at night,

Then you’d awaken in morning light

To find he had a Beast become.

There was no happy medium.


If you would remove this binding spell,

Separating Beast from Prince as well—

Break the hex that you’ve been under,

Tearing Beauty and Beast asunder—

You must heal the split between body and soul,

So you can love as a woman whole.




Now something’s opening wide in me.

I can no longer hide in me

The hungry Beast inside of me.



“Becoming Myself”

Beauty and Beast


Now me, myself, and I are one…

And I have only just begun

To know myself

And show myself

What fun I can be.

There’s absolutely

No one else

Exactly like me!


Becoming myself—

I’m becoming myself.

I’m no longer numbing

Or plumbing myself.


Accepting me

Gives me dignity.

When I’m on my side,

I have nothing to hide.


Becoming myself—

I’m becoming myself

Now I am not crumbing

Or bumming myself.


It’s so elating—

This integrating

Of body and soul.

I feel so whole.


The past is past.

The present is mine.

I’m certain, at last,

That my future will be fine.


Becoming myself—

I’m becoming myself.

I’m strumming and humming

And chumming myself


It’s easy to see

All the beauty in me—

Now and forever.

Better late than never.


I know how it feels to be true to myself.

Now that I’ve broken through to myself.


There’s no more repressing,

Regressing, or guessing.

For I am becoming

The I-must-be-I-self.

I’m just not succumbing

To the I-shouldn’t-be-self.


Yes, I am

Most definitely

Becoming myself!!!



Then Beauty awakened and saw with gladness

That she was in the palace once more.

The morning laughed at nighttime sadness,

And everything seemed… just as before.


Impatiently, Beauty awaited

The daylong hours to pass by;

For the Beast’s arrival she anticipated

With the first evening star to shine on high.


When at last darkness did day surround,

Beauty seated herself to dine.

Eagerly listening for his sound;

But all she heard was the clock strike nine.


Now Beauty cried aloud with alarm,

“Where is the Beast I have grown to cherish?

What if I’ve caused him to come to harm?

Please, oh please, don’t let him perish!”


“Where is my Beast?” now Beauty did cry,

As she ran through the castle, calling his name.

“Beast, dear Beast, you must not die!

For I love you!” did Beauty exclaim.


Suddenly… recalling her dream,

Into the garden she ran in fear—

To the grass beside a stream,

Feeling that the Beast must be near.


There he lay, quite senseless and still,

Looking as though he were dead.

The sight of him did Beauty chill,

Flooding her with the utmost dread.


Now she threw herself… his body upon.

Crying, “You must not die, dear Beast!”

And, strangely, all her reluctance was gone.

She felt no repugnance in the least.


Then Beauty heard that his heart did beat,

And she knew at once that he was not dead.

Seeing the stream, she jumped to her feet,

And sprinkled some water upon his head.


Slowly, the Beast did open his eyes,

As her tears fell upon him all the while.

When Beauty he did recognize,

On his face… appeared a faint smile.


“You forgot the promise you did give,”

Whispered the Beast, seeing Beauty near.

“Without you I simply cannot live;

But I’ll die happy, now that you’re here.”


“No, dear Beast, that shall not be!

You will revive and share my life;

For I can’t bear to lose you,” said Beauty.

“Please won’t you let me be your wife?!”


“My fear for you makes me understand

Just how strong my love has grown.

From this moment, I give you my hand

And swear to be… yours alone!”


As Beauty spoke these tender words,

The garden seemed bathed in the sun’s brilliant rays.

Music played with the songs of birds;

And fireworks set the palace ablaze.


The trees did the sparkling water romance,

As though to announce an occasion great.

The flowers, too, did joyfully dance.

All nature seemed to celebrate.


Still for the Beast… Beauty feared,

As she turned to look into his eyes.

But he had magically disappeared,

To her very great surprise!


There at her feet in the brilliant moonbeams,

As Beauty astonished gazed from above,

Was the handsome Prince of her dreams—

The man she had longed so long to love.


Though she wished to the Prince her attention to give,

Beauty could not help but exclaim:

“Where is the Beast?!  Does he still live?!”

“Yes,” he replied, “we’re one and the same.”


“I was condemned to remain in that form,

By a witch so wicked… and cruel,

Until a girl, beautiful and warm,

Could see I was not an ugly fool.”


“No one, dear Beauty, except for you

Could have found me in the Beast in which I did dwell.

Your gentle heart and love so true

Have freed me from this evil spell!”


The Prince continued, “For my part

I can never repay you for your loving vow,”

As he clasped Beauty to his heart,

“Though I offer you my crown and kingdom now.”




“This is for Me”

Beauty and Prince


This is for me.

You’re the one

The moonbeams beam about.

This is for me.

You’re the one

I always dream about.


Holding each other

Is astoundingly wonderful…

And what’s more…

We seem to have

A dumbfoundingly

Remarkable rapport.


This is for me.

This is definitely

Not simply a crush.

This is for me.

Every kiss is for me

An incredible rush.


Your face, your voice,

Your natural charms

Excite me to the core.

When I’m in your arms,

I know what arms

Were intended for.


This is for me.

Like the midnight glow

On the sand and the foam.

This is for me.

When we’re together

It feels like coming home.


There’s no way to measure

The pleasure, the treasure

Of a lover-friend.

No words can capture

Our rapture

That seems to know no end.


This is for me.

I’ve come out of the shadows

And into the sun.

This is for me.

I’ve finally fallen in love…

And it’s fun.


How I have hungered for your touch!

Yours is the love I need so much!

I’ve waited unbearably long.

How could something so right be wrong?


Now there’s no need to be afraid.

This time the piper’s already been paid.

Just being with you

Seems too good to be true.

This is it. This is mine.

Everything will be fine.


It’s goodbye to the howling storm of love.

I’ve found the nice and warm of love.

All the tears and fears are gone—

And at long long last

A golden dawn

I see…


Because, this time

What will be

Will be love

That will live for as long

As the stars shine above.

This is perfect!

This is beautiful!

This is for me!




Now on wings of love were they carried,

As the people welcomed them with joyful laughter.

Then the Prince and Beauty were finally married

And, of course, lived happily ever after!



“Looking for Love”



Everybody’s looking looking looking looking

looking looking…

Looking for love— looking for love—

Looking here and there—

Searching near and far—

Wishing on a star—

Looking everywhere.


Once you know love has found you,

Happiness will surround you.


So, if you live a little— live a little—

Live a little more—

Give a little— give a little—

Give a little more—

Love will come looking looking looking looking

Looking looking looking for you.


Everybody’s looking looking looking looking

looking looking…

Looking for love— looking for love—

Round and round about—

Till we can decide

Love begins inside—

Turn it inside out.


To the one who truly hears,

Love’s the music of the spheres.


So, when you really start— really start—

Really start—

To look and listen with your heart—

Listen with your heart— listen with your heart—

Love will come looking looking looking looking

Looking looking looking for you.