MASKED BALL:

Misty cobweb auras, caress lapping waterways,

Masked ball imminent, as day now goldenly frays,

Alleyways awakening, at shadowed purple dusk,

Exuding perfumes exotic, of rose, ambergris & musk.

 

Veined canals, of gondolas, gallant gentlemen & gems,

The masked Signoras flaunt, their carnival garbed hems,

Silently, softly sashaying, in fancy fans, frills & filigrees,

Kissed upon masked cheeks, by sweet Venetian breeze.

 

The old cobbles dusted, by secrets, silks & sacred satins,

Whisperings of passion, in words loved by ancient Latins,

Enveloped in vintage velour, velvets & home spun lace,

All loving promises duly broken, by every hidden face.

 

Mandolins, lutes, lyres, where strings are softly fingered,

Leaving stories upon moss walls, & songs so well lingered,

Magnolia scented belles, in bronze bangles & rich brocade,

Waltzing beneath old moons, as night memory begins to fade.

 

In those places of pretty porticoes, of poetry & old pearls,

Where carnival waves adieu, upon tears & saline whirls,

The ball bids farewell, upon emptying of wine´s red cask,

Until the turquoise moon returns, & dons her yearly mask.