Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Till The End

Can you imagine an empty stage and a man (person) standing in the middle. A man caught without the whirl of life around him. No past, no future, no hope and no expectations of love. But when standing alone - is when love finds him, and finds you.  
There was no sound
only the silence---- -
of an empty space.
A stage without a prop
an actor without a word -
and no curtain.....
Four paces left - - - -
four to the right
and there he stood...
stark-still -
hidden behind his eyes
a mind.... prowling
through the night.
Then there she was -
a luminescence of light
like a church stained window
humanity, benevolence...
at the end of the stage -
at the end of the day
till the end.....
of a life.

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