Win, Place or Show

I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself. - Thoreau

'pon steady but changeable high heels

not what a mind thinks but what a heart feels

mascaraed eyes

rouged cheeks

smudges of lipstick 'pon an aproned night

false, batting eyelashes

a slice of moon shines low beams of mystical luminance with questionable lustre

flanked by a lone star suspended from heaven

trying to bring everything into focus

against a backdrop of truth's curtain shuttered

alas

meaningless acoutrements of life and time weigh heavily

in this ballet of eternity that we learned yesterday

twirl now

and dare dance tomorrow

steal, beg or borrow

hitching a ride on faith's gentle, confident, whispering flow

'tis not what darkness thinks but what light does know

come what will come

go what may go

in this life

win, place or show

Author's Note

"Many men walk by day; few walk by night. It is a very different season. Take a July night, for instance. About ten o'clock,—when man is asleep, and day fairly forgotten,—the beauty of moonlight is seen over lonely pastures where cattle are silently feeding. On all sides novelties present themselves. Instead of the sun, there are the moon and stars; instead of the wood-thrush, there is the whippoorwill; instead of butterflies in the meadows, fire-flies, winged sparks of fire!—who would have believed it? What kind of cool, deliberate life dwells in those dewy abodes associated with a spark of fire?" - Thoreau