Gold -
illuminations of light
cast impressionistic attitudes
to those of wealth.

Crane your neck to differentiate
between the aristocratic good fortune of illustrious stature and design
and that of the silver plated second rate,
trying to disguise themselves behind shining diamond hands.

Hear the pretty bells of laughter -
contained and cultivated,
masters of disguise.

Jewell encrusted hands meet those of smooth silk,
as they glide across the floor on expensive planks,
lacy skirts twirling
as their eyes sigh and lips part in a reserved smile.

Their movement becomes faster,
less syncopated,
and a callous laugh is heard from beside the piano,
and from above a dainty dress a mask slips.

In the dim lights now,
its easier to see,
those of wealth,
and those who pretend to be.