1st Poem in..11 years?

[lilbadhalo]

STAGE
The march of time is but a dance of anticipation in want of you
                A clutter of stage and stanza without soul
                The moments in bawdy litany ring untrue
NIGHT
Lying entwined with the distance between your skin and mine
                An empty intermission of time untold
                Dwindling faith for a fate that’s kind
MORNING
Gilded dawn spies shy hope awakened in dreaming eyes
                Kissed by shadows fleeing light in gold
                Deaf gloom blind to lonely sighs
NOON
High noon burns fever to shake empty hands
                Identity lost in fingers’ fold
                Listless cry in barren lands
STAGE
A twilit conception, the curtain still with pregnant pause
                A soft step into masked role
                Dancing truth no one saw