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Harlequins in masquerades.

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The moon drew faces on the pond in rippled insignificance,
Breeze tattered rhododendrons glowed upon the water’s liquid glance
And lamplights in the village square were woven shadow gathered maids
That changed as quickly as the night, afraid in case it’s magic fades,
Beneath the oak tree by the pond, she sat and watched the faces change
While cloud cast eyes scrolled slowly by, so languid and so parchment strange
Above she scanned expressionless, the evening’s weary skies roll on
Over the oaken whispered hours until their final verse was done.


Arising, she strolled softly off, as silence wrapped her in it’s cloak
Past houses glowing in the dark, past silhouettes through mist like smoke
And through her silence, through the night, a strangely drawn caricature
Of someone that she once had known, although she wasn’t really sure
For shadow mists can tall such lies, like harlequins in masquerades
They seem so much like something else, until the evening finally fades
Into black silk indifference, in mourning for the coming dawn
And narrow strands of silver pearls told her the morning’s light was born.


Then quietly she walked back to her cottage down the lane
She stepped inside and closed the door, then by the fire again
She sat a while and warmed herself, as fire glow shadows on the wall
Danced through her eyes and deep inside, she heard the sandman’s call,
Her eyelids drooped into a dream, and all at once she knew
Two sweethearts walking summer fields, a dance through green and blue,
And on her sleeping face a smile of wondrous recognition grew
For in her dream she realised that every single piece was true…

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A most romantic tale. Enjoyed it.

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Hello Keith A beautifully brushed story poem dear friend ~ Much enjoyed from start to finish ~ Alana
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Lyrical storytelling, soft and dreamy.

Though long lines...you make it work.

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