Poem: On A Dusted Violin

ON A DUSTED VIOLIN, PopPoets, Volume 2, Issue 2 Winter 2001/Spring 2002
I have lived in fantasy
For three days now
I retreated
Within the four walls
Of my room
With only my dreams for company

And I have been a fool
For those days
Seeing moons of my memories
And stars of my future eclipse
Unshielded from a nude and curious eye

And I was happy
Surrounded in the shrouds of joy
Until the gambits
Pride's emotions fell onto my moment
And startled me

And there were three fingers
Reaching as a hard staccato would
Quick feelings
On a dusted violin

And I wasn't alone
Convinced
That the next stroke
Or chime
Would bring you

I saw into our future
Like a Gypsy
Peering into a crystal ball
With good times
As heavy as an old woman's
Sweet bread
Reading through tomorrow
Like the middle of a torrid affair

And that's when deception's hand
Bent the corners of the fiery score
Jarring the bed
As it fumbled through the pages
The StoryMaster