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
Copyright © Mark Heil | Year Posted 2017
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