The stage is empty now, <br />having been swept for the <br />repeat performance... <br />the used styrofoam cups <br />and stale wine are thrown <br />out into the ally behind <br />the theatre... <br />the theatre of my dreams <br />where often a full audience <br />is not needed - <br /> <br />If I should see a familiar <br />face nodding in recognition <br />or responding to my song <br />occasionally, <br />then I'll be <br />grateful for the nod and the <br />glimmer in the eyes... <br />and in those eyes would be <br />reflected my hope for the <br />future.... for these dreams <br /> <br />(and maybe some more <br />wine as we used the last <br />bottle tonight)<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-so-i-say-goodnight/
