Mystic evening sky <br />Moonlight sitting on the edge <br />Of yesterdays, <br />Silenced by the weeping of <br />A lover walking upside down <br />Into someone's fuzzy dreams <br />Of sugared lies; <br />Dispied by poets with poems <br />With misspelled words <br />and ink smeared lines, <br />And music makers <br />With out-of-tune guitars and <br />Pianos with broken keys... <br /> <br />STOP! <br />That's the door to perfumed <br />Scented promises, <br />Left over from a thrill that's <br />Flying on the tail of a kite -With stars hanging from it; <br />A kite that no longer shines. <br /> <br />STOP! <br />I say again. <br />The horses have run off <br />The carousel... <br />Ah, but the music keeps playing! <br /> <br />Dorothy Alves Holmes <br />A Poet Who Loves To Sing <br /> <br />written <br />Sept 8,2010 <br />10: 19 p.m.<br /><br />Dorothy (Alves) Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/betrayed-ii/
