We used to dream
of brighter futures,
features concealed
by demure
v e i l s
Souls almost blurred
by shy, dry tears
fears hinted in those
faces—dark and
p a l e
Oppressive times,
so stark and fearful,
Venetian masks
silencing those worry
t a l e s
We used to dream
of brighter futures,
features concealed
by demure
v e i l s
What face we’d find
under such attires—
question harassing our
snotty brains, those
d a y s
We used to dream
of brighter futures,
features concealed
by demure
v e i l s
Oppressive times,
so stark and fearful,
there was only so much
hope to fight those
w a i l s
Momentum for change
Lost opportunity? —
We’d never wish
for those sad days to
s t a y
We used to dream
of brighter futures,
features concealed
by demure
v e i l s
What face we’d find
under such attires—
colourful masks
silencing our worried
faces—dark and
p a l e
She trespasses
the confines
of this purple
forest,
the one
I
just
i
m
a
g
i
n
e
d
My legs
dangling
in the air—
u n n e r v e d
by the lack
of motion
of recent
days
She twists
and turns
and sings
and rhymes—
Mother of verse
Sister of bored
d e s p a i r—
with frenzied
flow
Her feet
tapping
to the sound
of a tune
only I
can
h
e
a
r
She takes
centre stage
and then
she starts
s i n g i n g
All facing
an audience
of flickering
l i g h t s
. She’s perfectly
f i n e .
The muse
that inspired
such musical
m i g h t
*
Her voice
all conveys
the sounds
of wild
r e a s o n
His plot,
just betrays—
some smoke
blurring
t r e a s o n
. She’s perfectly
f i n e .
The muse
that inspired
such musical
m i g h t
*
An opera dream
a grandiose illusion
a silent stream
of utter
d e l u s i o n
All facing
the audience—
some flickering
s i g h t
. She’s perfectly
f i n e .
A standing
ovation on
opening
n i g h t
LannaZee 