Monday, June 12, 2006

The Escapade



Stuck in the starry sky,
A glittering bulb of light,
Overlooks the game of life,
With a silent silver smile.

Little children are we,
Hiding in big bodies,
Pretending to each other,
Reveling in trickery.

From the terrace high,
Look down from the sky,
Little alley below,
Beckons you to go.

Leave behind your innocence,
For another night,
Somnolent city sleepeth,
Time to close your eyes.

(Picture - Marcelle Lender Dancing the Bolero in "Chilpéric" by Toulouse-Lautrec)

6 comments:

erikku said...

We're all just kids in adult bodies, aren't we?

At least I know I am. ^_^

angel, jr. said...

Young at heart, isn't that the way we are suppose to be? And although grown, aren't many of our actions so immature?

Amara said...

I often catch myself immature at times and childish. Guess that really who we are: CHILDREN. just that some are older than others.

Deepa said...

...Overlooks the game of life,
with a silent silver smile...this is the best line....very nice..

How do we know said...

nice poem!

Wriju said...

Deepa:
Here's a silent silver smile for you!
:-)