Every empty night
I undress for no one
and when the mirror
holds only moonlight
and my silhouette
I catch a glimpse
of something older
a challenge to vanity
I quietly wonder
if the fading roses know
they are still beautiful
if the stars know
they will never lose
their audience
and I ponder, if the body
was ever meant
to be a performance
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 