Masquerade by Johanna Rohrbough – Pinterest
I felt your presence in the madding crowd,
your hand sought mine
in the whirl of dance and blur of sounds.
And out of the bacchanalian chaos came stillness,
as the crowd swept over us,
and we were alone in eye of the storm.
Your energy radiated
as if you were the carnival incarnate,
and your mask could not hide
the intention in your eyes.
©Paul Vincent Cannon