Barefoot ‘neath moonlit
gilded walls … drip tenderly,
entirely deluged … with the dance.
Still … it glows upon me like pearls
cascading down this tattered – timeworn
carcass of a façade.
and seeps effortlessly sideways.
Incapable of breaking my astonished
gaze … it gapes
with candid confrontation
while unconsciously I contemplate
times’ textures as they curl about
my feet .. and tear at my gown.
Dodgy – these realities – strewn about
as misty-frost covered thoughts
allow nothing but illusionary
well-being … bravely footed.
Plainly in sight: an escape
fearless … breathing rips back layers
uncertain – raw
exposing shadowed clefts deserted
by everything save time.
Frozen, perhaps I wonder
(having left the dance without you)
whose demise might trickle …
scurry through that ventricle
- tiny passage hole-
as much mirroring as opposing
the cadence of my dream.