A PRETTY PICTURE

Paint a pretty picture and sign it with life

Under a silvery moon, nocturnal delight

Breath punctuating the atmosphere

With harmonies serenading the twilight

Murmurs of dissent protest unwilling

Floating between half wrong and half right

Trapped by a need or requirement perhaps 

That flames when reason takes flight

Squeezing every drop of imagination

With infused confidence from swirling mead

Fuelling that hesitant forward step 

The rush of running blind into the spotlight

The fall or swoon into limp entanglement

Wound tight into an encircled space

Follows no cues, or deciphering clues

Or allays the constant fear of stage fright

The heavenly crush of twins slightly apart

Whetting a hitherto undiscovered appetite

For unleashing madness liberated beneath

The watchful gaze of filtered starlight

Beheld deliverance but for a minute

Casting shadows out of line of sight

A pretty picture painted and signed with life

Under a silvery moon, nocturnal delight