Stage Fright
STAGE FRIGHT
On this far-stretching stage of fools, my role, my cue
To trudge tired but glad to arrive - and stumble upon you.
In this forest thick, the trees-set spreading
Arms before me, I could see no clear heading -
Empty nightmarish trembling solitude, fright,
Listening to the sounds of nature by starless night,
A lampless orchestra in its invisible pit below the stage
Ending in black curtains and an occluded edge.
What scarred me most was the solitude of the set.
What scared me most was that we might never have met.
I might never have seen God’s sparkle in your eyes
And seen my curtain rise.
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