A story of lives lived in the shadows of the spotlight, frittered away in a haze of harsh lighting and loud music until what remains is just a broken shell of the original.
Dazzling lights in rainbow hues,
Music soft steps right on cue.
Bodies swaying – gentle brushes, halting touches;
A lingering glance, movements in a trance…
Melodies sweet, soft lights enhance,
Painted lips and powdered charm.
Sparkling fabrics adorn anorexic frames,
Vibrant smiles and anonyms;
Alluring words and curtsies disguise,
Shifting glances, lifeless eyes.
Crimson fountains flowing full;
Into blissful oblivion, all senses pull.
Painted dolls in rooms of glass,
Keyed to smile, simper, laugh;
Kaleidoscope beams the shadows chase–
Bodies move in a euphoric haze.
But when with the dawn, darkness descends,
Nocturnal angels, into the shadows, fade.
About the author
An eccentric writer of quirky tales, who likes reading, writing, talking, shopping and singing tunelessly in the shower.
