The people come to see the play <br />and all the players are on the stage. <br />The final act is about to start <br />and you and I must play our part. <br /> <br />Sadness dances on our lips <br />a gentle kiss upon your cheek <br />and then with nothing left to say <br />we both turn and walk away. <br /> <br />I watch you board the train <br />travelling to a place far away. <br />A last wave from behind the doors <br />and now I must learn to live with your loss. <br /> <br />In the dead of night I'll fly <br />to another place another time. <br />In this world I'll try to find <br />the fairy tale of your new life. <br /> <br />I see your holy child sleeps upstairs <br />all curls and golden hair. <br />Sleep sweet child I'll never know, sleep <br />to the lullaby your mother sings.<br /><br />Chris Zachariou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-life-34/
