The Masks
Complete the costumes.
In the moments after midnight
When all is quiet inside the house
dreams creep into my senses
Stealthy as a wee small mouse.
Caught up in webs of gossamer
Woven on dream makers looms.
in intricate shapes and patterns
Weird and wonderful costumes.
The costumes worn on occasions
When magic rules the night
dresses swirling around the ballroom
Couples tangled in delight.
The band stands on a dais.
a podium of perfect rhythm
They sway in perfect unison.
And personify freedom.
Below on the dance floor
coloured costumes swish and swing
arched backs and black tuxedos
Glide like ravens on the wing.
The masks complete the costumes.
worn by entities unknown
birds freefalling from heaven
Onto the ballroom floor are blown.
The costume you were wearing
When you danced into my life
Did the faeries weave it?
And fashioned by a fife?
Your wardrobe holds many costumes.
For each mood, your heart desires
Do you choose them carefully?
To fit the moods that love requires.
©
David Rudder
2023
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