Las Vegas Dreams
Lights and glitter, everything that is gold
Awaits the naive and daring alike
Seeking a dream to slippery to hold
Vanishing coin; your finances all on strike
Eccentric beings, I politely call
Guests who have lingered and made these streets home
Accepting of vice, the big and the small
Such candor quite absent where e'er I roam
Diamonds may turn to glass come morning
Revelations can wait, just one last slot
Excitement builds and ebbs without warning
Allusive dreams cannot catch what was sought
Mythic, this city would have you believe
Secrets sealed in glitter best to deceive
Copyright © Heather Crismond | Year Posted 2021
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