Poetry+Hides

"Play"

Silence, Then a blast of light and music, A mass of smileing people leap and skip out of the blackness into the light, Skimming over planks of wood that have been stomped on and mistreated, And yet loved and adored with a passion,

A long waveing note, And the blackness resumes its reign, Pale hands work tirelessly to conceal the mountian range, Then they conjure up an entirely new place to see, Shadows race to hidefrom lights glorius face as more poeple resume their fun,

Giggles aroused from a gaggle of girls by a handsome figure float through a hallowed hall, To hundreds of eagerly awaiting ears, Sometimes rousing an old grizzled ear to a sillly melody ofhoots of laughter, The beauty seen in the light, But rarely seen in the darkness behind, By watchers eyes,

Poetry hides in the movement of shadows, Struggleing to make the people of light seem perfect, The joy of seeing the last ray of golden light leave, And to leave the grace of a loved place,

The rejoicing of a job well done, The sadness of eeing freindly shadows go for a while, But the expectation of another night in darkness, Keeps the hearts of shadows happy till the next time of play.