Imposture of sunshine
lets go the curtain revealing an exhibition.
A dance honouring times of apparitions,
with festivities of death and wine...
The living and dead,
with the colourful suite,
valsing away in lead
together prepare their bed.
Yellow and red,
with many shades colouring intoxication,
mark with others a dance of creation
of skeletons in thread...
After spinning away
in trial of horizontal sways,
as movement vertical stays,
finally step down and bow they may...
As finally they lay
mostly in suits of brown,
to black turns their gown...
And their heavens to grey...
And all that remains
is a whispering song,
eerie and long,
as life is drained once again...
