Encore.
A short time of ethereal charm slowly
embalms the sight of night\'s incoming veils.
The instant today leaves to prettify far
away lands sky\'s encore of twilight prevails.
Day\'s final adornment of filigree dusk
awakens gone customs of solstice dancing.
I feel sudden need to applaud ritual
as stars fall thru\' dark to candle the sand.
Spaces of present-day shyness shrink
as wishes breach a long-closed stage door.
So until midnight turns tide on my secret
I will dance alone here as never before.