Raindrops on the window pane
My world wanes
Time’s sands shift
A lifetime’s single goodbye
The soul sighs
Irrevocably altered
I am the stranger in the crowd
Society’s eyes shroud
The curtain rises
Voices in unison
Theatre’s fire berthing
Dew kissed sunrises of a youthful spring
Twilight’s waltz upon an empty stage
The thunder rolls
Chinese lanterns sparkle in the ashen gray
Scripted characters on papyrus
Etched in the soul
The timbre’s requiem
In a November 5th pyre
Kindred spirits lips touch.
By Shannon McKemie
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