Another Turn

The crystal turns

A new dream is visible

Dancing Ghosts

The mythagos of paper

Of wood, of brightly

colored jewels.

In this ballroom of glass

The bubble enclosed

Teardrop fantasy

Twirling colors

Spinning smiles

Growing dizzy from the

Rich hues of madness

Masquerade

Not a face to recognize

Nothing registers

In circles and waltzes

Hide desire

Dark intentions

Behind the mask

The glowing eyes

Mocking the truth

As the crystals make

Another turn

And a new dance begins.