Drums

Evil can be masked
By it's own illusion.

Come to me child,
Dance to the beat of the drums
That will disappear behind velvet curtains
Dance with me
The dust swirls up
As I lead you
Farther and farther
Into the tent
Into the ring
Smoke and mirrors are at home here
And we build ourselves up
With those tinted walls
And you can fall
When you don't know your way around.

There is a lady in the crowd 
Whose pearl necklace distinguishes her face from the masses
Gives you something to hold onto
Sometging to grado her by.
The swish of skirts and stomp of boots make grasp impossible
TrIckes of light and the setting sun
Turn dust to confetti
A red handkerchief is tossed in the air
It floats
A celebration of freedom and destiny and encagement

Dance to me child
The way your smiling innocence trickles out of you
In giggles and small movements 
It presses against my chest
And beats on a drum in my rib cage
As lead you into the darker part of the night
Where gold teeth flash
And hope flies
From your fingertips.

You do not know the future
But I know you have a choice
To listen to the chorus of drums
And fund the one that beats out your heart's tattoo
I do not know
How good your hearing is, child.
And as the hands inside my chest 
Beat out their desperate rhythms
I decide 
Tonight, I will be your ears.

Evil can be masked
By it's own illusion.
But we can tear the cloth away
And choose the other road.