Arabesque
 
And when she tells you, goodnight, you can almost hear the curtain rising,  Then, starlight, as flickering candelabrum, follows her home to her, 'flat-to-let' where she draws a shade, shutting out,  rattling taxis,  milling crowds,  imposing neon signs... those annihilators of dreams and here she moves to her bed where she curls upon the quilt mother made for her,  it is also here she closes her eyes hoping to find the dream left far beind, artist of the beautiful she is,  she knows she shall dance again,  but for tonight she can only dream for what might have been and while performing to only the applause of her silent tears,  she shall dance for darkness,  the encore of her lonely, broken heart !

 

~ Gabe ArcAngelo ~ 

 

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