The stage is empty now,
having been swept for the
repeat performance...
the used styrofoam cups
and stale wine are thrown
out into the ally behind
the theatre...
the theatre of my dreams
where often a full audience
is not needed -
If I should see a familiar
face nodding in recognition
or responding to my song
occasionally,
then I'll be
grateful for the nod and the
glimmer in the eyes...
and in those eyes would be
reflected my hope for the
future.... for these dreams
(and maybe some more
wine as we used the last
bottle tonight)
YURI DURAAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-so-i-say-goodnight/
