My Masquerade

7/25/15

Across black skies and crying eyes,
my soul flies in circles around
unknown galaxies,
and darkness covers my motives
in a blanket of stars
while I sing of inspiration
drawn from ocean waves
and masquerades.

I hide beneath the music
of violin strings and pianos,
swing on the notes that
slide through the air
until I run out melodies
to hang from.