Be Your Mask Be True Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

I miss color bright aquamarine, a dark velvet blue theme,
A magical island maze permit, brilliancy task hermit,
A parrot silent of plumage ultraviolet, every Friday a man,
Of changeable hue according to my fancy Eros born anew,
Permit is granted, masks vermillion and other are painted,
Your domesticity hermit is being sainted by his overdue
IQ has not yet fainted, he can still be away whenever
He is with you in the same old room, choose your mask, call your tune
Be happy, be yourself this once Venice masquerade, -
Masks of every character tint of blackness bright and shade
In this paradise blue moon, dark blue lagoon,
Steer your bark of fancy, don't unmask your course,
My lady of shine, be your mask, be true.