Friday, May 18, 2007

forever again

For a brief instant

at days end

the dancingness spoke quietly to the singingness

The theater

will always fade

I'm resigned

I'm resigned to

being memory

An actor with the gentle voice

whispered the harshest words

from the mask

as she courted

playingness

We left

with two empty hands

out of which

beauty revolved

as delicate as palms

centring the universe of the heart

You may no longer hold anything

not the twilight story

flute fading into the silent voice of your

peers and colleagues who had sung

in your circle

You are gone

All action will dissolve into

the living pulse

I'm pensive

Once more

will an old actor reciting alone

through empty space

text written by ancient forgotten players

wandering aimlessly

the lost landscape of shadow night

echoing out ...

O listener

share the mystery without turning away

let the time between us all

strip away false hopes

into the brilliant light

before the breath

exposes the fragile illusion which

so delicately flickers aura

forever again

forever again


- See: Poetry

:: note :: ... a workshop ends with quiet dignity ... am in awe of the theater workers .. many thanks ...