I shyly wear modesty all of each day.
Dressed in decorum,
composure all smiles.
Unworded thinking all questions allay.
Winsomely charming,
good acting beguiles.
Come night-time I shrug off this fine veneer.
As passion meets passion
your amour blankets me.
With awesome abandon worn without fear,
Different perspectives
of me become free.
In realms of dreamtime unleashed I remain.
But tomorrow will see me in order again.
nights do that wonder to all of us ...dreams ...we all are dreams living under a night sky ...first ray of sun melts us all into the mould of reality ...we are back in order ..