The sun has fallen and the stage is set,
Draped in thoughts and things that will never be.

How will we remember these nights,
These nights of disorder,
Nights of chaos,
Nights that never truly relinquish their hold?

Where stars scar the sky in their albino epitaph ,
And the candles lick the tepid darkness.
Petals on the floor become kicked and soar,
As the dancers waltz forever in time.

They, like the rest of us, know not why they are here,
Every 30 steps they stop and restart.
It is as if they are never there,
Just memories pressed against stage.

Memories that only wish to fade.