ARABESQUE
"And
when she tells you, 'goodnight'
You can almost hear the curtain rising;
Then, twilight, as flickering candelabrum
Follows her home to her,
'Flat-to-let',
Where she draws a shade,
Shutting out,
Rattling taxis,
Imposing neon signs,
Milling crowds;
Those annihilators of dreams;
And here she moves to her bed
Where she curls upon the quilt
Mother made for her;
It is also here she closes her eyes
Hoping to find the dream
Left far behind;
Artist of the beautiful,
She knows she shall dance again;
But for tonight she may only
Dream for what might have been;
And as she bows to the applause
Of her silent tears,
She shall perform for darkness
The encore of her
Broken heart".
---Michelle Marie Renzo