Saturday, 24 May 2014

dinner date

                                    


The soft blush of the candle
cast a glow on  face handsome
beige dress, fur laces, lass winsome
bathed in scents of sandal.

food left uneaten, silver plates
melody wafting , unromantic dates
monosyllables exchanged
and feelings estranged.

Why had they come here?
behind masks, to disappear.
to keep up the facade
love lost almost a decade.

for the world is  a stage
each actor plays for a wage.
when the curtain falls
silent , a gloom befalls.

For  :  Magpie Tales