Surrounded on every side by nature's infinite forms, <br />each leaf sways in the wind and speaks of its seed. <br />Underfoot in a thin layer of fertility, insects busy in darkness <br />and as we shake off thin veils of the dross of ages past; <br />you come crashing through a forest of dreams, <br />blinding my sight with star beams and reduce to ash <br />my beggars bag of treasures that bowed my sight to dust. <br /> <br />The universe sings a song to just one auditorium <br />and dances in praise of all that's come and gone. <br />Your smile quietly illuminates the scene <br />as the curtains fall on this dreamer's dream. <br />And now an empty stage is filled with actors <br />as they display the greatness of your play <br />and I melts into the purest knowledge <br />which those actors can never touch or say.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-empty-stage/
