When I dress up as a Jester, Holy Fool, or Evil Cenobite.
I represent something cosmic
either brilliance of humor,
contemplation, or buffoonery!
I am the evil side of shadowy seduction as the succubus.
I love it!
I become youthfully sparkled
Where my reflection is so.
I say to myself,
“Is that me in the mirror?”
For a short time,
I wander into the world of Never-Never land,
my comrade is Peter Pan
or Puck from a Midsummer Night’s Dream.
I may walk into the underworld
where Pluto escorts me.
I am eternally youthfully and playful,
I love this.
If I could do this
as a living
joining the circus
or a group of wandering bards,
I would!
Yes, I would…
But alas,
I take off my costume
of creativity of cosmic proportions,
sliding into my bed in the wee morning,
I awake to the smell of coffee and…
my mortality!!