Daylight Disguise


The music is blaring out into the night

My spirit comes alive

Dormant awakening the me that’s within

Without, I can’t survive.


Delight in disguises that wrap round the room

As all are so amused

Connected but not to the mind that would cease

Pooper I’m not accused.


The turning of tunes as the lights are all dimmed

A freedom unsurpassed

A careless abandon of how it appears

Friends join in, what a blast.


But night moves on late to the wee-ness of time

And wind down must commence

The spirit must settle right back in its place

In mom-ness common sense.


Yet note there it’s sure that the joy will arise

Again for love of song

A part it is played in the duty of day

But “dancer” remains lifelong.

Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Monday, September 26, 2016

Image: Dancers from Ballet Bitterroot