Thin Airs

Thin Airs
Written by Maria L. Pomponio

Masquerade
Fading into thin airs
Who cares truly anyway
Which mask is worn
When eyes never lie
Magnified by glass houses
Worn like costumes

Perfection hides behind those noisy walls

But the clock is ticking
Every beats been counted
And it’s the drummers last solo
He takes his cue as
The pale champagne pours and
Toasts break like glass slippers

We’ve all worn that shoe before

Some fitting better than others
The unmistakable wear and tare
The worn torn soul
This pair not treading lightly
Running into brick walls
Waltzing into eight figures
And long circles

Never really getting anywhere

We’ve all been there before taking
Time for a change of scenery
To match the costume changes as
Solar plexus butterflies come right on time
Before the real dialogue begins

Still perfectly orchestrated

Like the tempo the drummer still keeps
Down on the base beat
Moving feet right past
The note of the last song

Pretends over now,

you've missed it
There’s right

and then there’s wrong