Hide gay revelry:
A spirited frolic,
And tonic for me.
A quixotic ballroom,
Awash with starlight,
Twinkles and beckons
Across the dark night.
A fountain of music,
And a geyser of song,
Enrapture my spirit
To sing loudly along.
I tumble and tussle
With spirits and souls,
And share a timestep
With a saint, with goals...
I wake with the sunrise,
Fatigued and dismayed,
And thinking that maybe
I shouldn't have stayed --
So long at the party,
With my unseen hosts;
Tap dancing with angels,
And wrestling with ghosts.
Mick McKellar
February 2022
Ever notice that your dream self can do a whole lot more than your awake self?
Mick
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