Completing The Masquerade
By sidewinder
A nightclub rises in smooth sounds, Whispers touch in invisible places where some complete the masquerade, A stranger walks in but those that are there never even lift an eyebrow, Yet in that summer a beginning meets to touch those shadows of events that changes lives beyond a single moment, There is that sweet nectar that touches forever to embrace, Maybe it's those times only met in its celebration, Whatever the case rhythms complete thy soul, And somehow the veil has been reached, Conversations touch within a lyrics meter and rhyme and the moment is not met in its own sincerity, Above in the balcony strolls a young lady, Striking are her looks, Legs revealed in her long plush dress, A smile is met in both set of eyes, Yet mystery.... touches the air, Just like a scene in an old black and white movie staring Greta Garbo & Humphrey Bogart, When both meet a single trumpet serenades and a nocturne dance encores the evening, Through the window the moon and stars shine in agreement, Consequences matter not, For the hunger pursues those dreams that are ravaged in this gathering a syllable at a time. Oct. 31, 2000Written January 4th, 2002 © on Jun 12 2002 07:23 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn love • contemporary
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