A Night To Celebrate

Cloaked figures hide in the shadows Masked devil's cower behind rock and stone, Jesters prance on podium Kings sit on thrones surrounding them, Angels hover just above this audience Poor beggars scream madly making no sense, Figures in satin and silks in orange and vermilion Throw around shapes creating images of wordless soundless wisdom And the fires burn as the moon offers all its light And this night is a wondrous delight And the feminine divine dance the dance Of a Succulent lotus flower art And their loins give birth to a thousand blossoms That fall like snowflakes covering everything And liquor and food fill large tables As many eat whatever they are able And then the song of the angels chorus Rings out above the din and all those who are raucous And their music soothes these Savage beasts Until all are finally asleep, It was a surreal and amazing assembly Of those who sought the unity, In the celebration of spirituality In all its diverse forms And all of its duality And from afar there could be heard an impending storm, But then was that not just the norm, Whereas this collection of souls was unusual And not ordinarily foretold And if they can coalesce like this Then hope is something that can be relished, Between the angelic and the devilish, Between the rich Kings and the beggars who are impoverished Between angel and demonic souls That come from ages so ancient and old.