Twilight Swan

Day Time Dingy, pale bedroom flat becomes All to clear in focus displaying The dragon residue and empty Bottles of past woes. Supple body Posed, framed with blankets, shudders, Moves,contemplates staying...but Staying is no option because The beauty just is. Her skin rough and red, hair Unwashed and rumpled. Her eyes Heavy and distant searching for Something lost. The memory eludes Her, like so many of her dreams. Which turn was wrong, sending her Down this path to wander, looking For the question while living the answer. Her very soul seems itself between The remnants of past days and lives. She craves a small amount of respite While in the darkness of candle glow, She looks beyond the flicker to Find hope, but she has a troubling track On her back and no where to unpack her emotions. Show Time The purple space cut with lances of light, pauses for a breath and glides on. The space of light kisses The slithering fog, parting it to Reveal a veil of hidden secrets. Her Silhouette fills up space and time.... Twilight Swan. The sweaty menagerie leers its Approval as the swan floats effervescent Across the gilded way saying nothing, Revealing less....pauses as if captured By memory, then moves to the music Piped in with dreams of escape.... Twilight Swan The fantasy dream fades and the Jesters crowd escapes to their Pathetic reality as the neon fog Fades with the silhouette. The Wilted spirit cries for release, the Battered soul, an end to the Never ending dance of Twilight Swan