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.
