Of Parties and of Wakes..

The last sliver of the night's moon,
Not quite yielding to the daylight,
Peeps through these window bars,
Mocking the stark,bygone ball.
All that remains of this fading night,
Lie in melted lights of broken glass,
And souveneirs of sodden confetti,
Folds of curtains,crevices of couches,
Filled up with drunken laughter.
Sadder than the cries of anguish,
Is this valiant gaiety of heroes.
The last distant notes that speak of love,
I wonder if it ever danced in Arcady.
Soon,it will be the harsh sunlight,
Truthful,bare and without the mercy,
Of decietful,enticing,beautiful night.
And I'm glad of this homely truth,
That the best company that I could have,
Resides right here within me.