First stage-call.

There's a sinister smile playing on my face.

Thinking about all the things we said.

With no where to go i turn to you

Looking for the light

Eyes so bright

And suddenly the curtain falls.

And i realised you may not be the one after all.

Is it the end of play?

I walk around in a daze

waiting for the light of day.

And then

A burst of silver

So surreal.

Made me turn around

Its all real.

From behind the curtains you appear

Memories rush forward

Startling and vivid

The tears come as naturally as ever

Beauty caught in the moment.

Embraced in your arms

i was still.

Confused by emotions

awakening.

Yet there's a hurt

Which i cant explain.

For there be no reason.

Will it hurt to let this go?

Was it wrong for me to hope?

And then the smile returns.

I need not fear.

I live in the moment.

Face the music

Let it play out.

And the light remains.

Symbolic,

Not hopeful.

Flickering but never dies out.

Still warm.

I can live with this.


-by Miss Scarlet Inian on the 3rd of November 2009