Sing-Song

we are the great pretenders
try hard, star child, remember
the days we were us only
and crowds were not so lonely
actors on a self-made stage
acting in the manner of our age
masqued stepping to the preset dance
of set-piece love and romance
change your partner step once more
to seek the dance of lover’s lore
we aim our glances at the stars
while stepping stepping away so far
Entranced the rhythm rolls over me
Spellbound by things the blind men see
Rock ans sway through all the night
Those distant stars the constant light
Bustled ball gowns swish their skirts
As toes and ankles defy their hurts
And tails whirl their coats around
Where men in penguin masquerade are found
So hush, now child, it won’t be long
before you feel the sweet sing-song
Hear the nothing roll and pulse
Here there’s nothing to repulse
the abandoned thought of letting go
to be carried with the sing-song’s flow
seductive comfort thingking-less
which some mistake for happiness
as the sleepers dance in the hall
to the never ending sirens’ ball
‘Til the stars they once dreamed up to
disappear within dawn’s grayish blue
with the sun the dancers turn to stone
as one now frozen all alone
and sit entranced the days long
Awaiting night and her sing-song