Forever Masquerade

She comes to me impalpable. A courtesan of crimson red dreams. Her words fall from her lips in ethereal melodies. Pulling my twine to seal the seams. The nature of her existence, Whispering along the hue of my suspended form. Her voice becomes substantial to my eyes. She recreates images of a thunderstorm. Lightning cracked as she portrayed, A landscape engulfed by dark clouds with no rain. Beneath the canopy people danced a masquerade. The music played on as they stepped their sin. Entering among them, a mask upon my face, An aching search ebbing within. There through the crowd soft brown eyes met my gaze. She swam through the dancing sea taking my hand. We began to merge our steps; souls ablaze. There adrift the violin of the forgotten land. The reason for our creation became known. As we held each other in such a caring way. Something between us had secretly grown. We would remain dancing together. Forever and a day.