MY BALLROOM
becoming one with surface here I floatI smile, in peace, in moments passing by
the water shows reflection to my eye
so pale, the heavy hours, so remote
this river tide could take me all the way
like soles on asphalt, or a weddingday
peel smother off the smooth and make a mark
there, hiding in the white mist is a truth
brought up to blur the vital force illusion
capriciously, unmerciful this fusion
possesses in the mind eternal youth
the wind, the earth, the water and the fire
were broken into pieces by the fair
like mirrors they are showing us the bare
to you and me and optical desire
the beauty of our sleep is all we own
charades in tinted dreams are mine alone
another scarfaced version of the drama
displays itself as open panorama
rehearse all tunes in minor ever known
strike up, but let the lost key set the tone
Poetry by Theresa
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Written on 2008-01-09 at 18:00
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