Perhaps
We will never know
Why the gods staged
This grand little play––
Why we spoke our
Dialog to each other without masks
And acted together without costumes
Completely ignoring the playwright's instructions.
How we danced
To the resonance of our own voices and
Deceived the lords of Olympus
With a thousand innocent gestures––
Behind a curtain of fluttering daisies.
But now,
As we create the final scenes
Of our unique performance,
The candles dim and
We sit alone
In the empty cavity
Of time.
The sweet catharsis of our souls
Has been completed and
The dreaming begins.
At least
You have lived and
Felt with certainty
That someone really
Loved you
And always will.