MASQUERADE
Photo: © Carnival by Giles Heather
Hot as Aztec orange and gold Passion turned to rust Your love once pure as sunlight Reduced to simple lust. Passion found the dark and brooding night, Covered with lies and self-fulfillment. Alienated from your talent and delight, You cried out for enrichment. You stole the gems from Earth’s great store To emulate the light. That brilliance within your halls Now lost to other people's sight. In citrine crested walls with diamond ceiling stars You dance alone on polished amber floors. Enchanted by your rubied-chambered heart, You fool yourself that love lies right outside your doors! You dwell there beyond the city lights, Beguiled beyond illusion. Thinking brilliant days and splendid nights Are not just mere delusion.
© Gay Reiser Cannon All Rights Reserved
Eros loves the masquerade, costumes 'n' roleplays 'n' dancing, with an other but so alone. First room of the heart, porch or driveway or nearby town maybe at best ...
ReplyDeleteThanks Brendan. Wow just saw this. It was an old poem and I wanted to post it. I am trying to figure out how to get my stuff organized. Would like to get a bit published before I hit the point where I am not able to. Hope you're well. We're both hanging in there!
ReplyDeleteI appreciate the diversity of perspectives you bring to your content.
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