I have stood here at the wings, watching you play those myriad roles. You have been in love with the lights, the crowd that cheers have lent you wings; and from these wings, I have seen you fly.
The songs that you sing are from stories that were ours, the smile that you flash is the one you practiced with me for hours; and the moves that you make are the ones you rehearsed with me over the years.
I wish I were a part of the crowd, I wish I were out there cheering with the crowds. I could have moved on when the play was done, I would not have had to wait all this long. Waiting in the wings is lonely. There is so much more to see out there.
Up here, I only have you. And it is a very long way back home.
Lovely. These words make you wonder what happened before and what will happen next.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your thoughts - we were truly lucky, or blessed not to have received the freezing rain and sleet that had been predicted. So we can enjoy a few days of "Time Out."
I loved this, so poignant, so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your visit to my blog Joy Frequencies, it was really nice to meet you.
Susannah :-)
"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter."
ReplyDeleteBlessings and wishes,