Thursday, August 4, 2005


as you step before the light,
the shadows drift away.
they settle down around you,
to wait and watch you play.

the stage is where I am today,
where I came to be myself.
some shadows cry, or call me off,
while others toast my health.

I celebrate with lines of verse,
and hold the calls at bay.
the shadows that enjoy me
often act out what I say.

but soon the night is failing,
as dawn gives in to day.
my audience does disappate,
the shadows who watched me play.

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