Art Deco

The night is on my side,
Lost in the specks of the sky,
Shadowed and trailed,
Diagonal, the eclipse of my heart,
Concealed behind the truth,
My emotions sleep, in the dark,

A broken heart,
Swollen and heightened,
A Treacherous path,
A basket of straw and a cloth of white cotton,
And a tipi on the grassy shore,
The river to break the silence of the woods,
Conceptual in the night, moving rapidly,

In terror, powerless to shift,
Fear grips her suffocating hands,
Hope tries to breathe, the empty air,
An art deco world, fringed in contemporary fashion,
Blinded by the traces of geometry, reflections,
Shapes of indiscretions, too fragile to change a thing.