The Theatre Poem by Jason PraTT

This is the moment, kept still, my creed
Revealed in the reviewed scene observed
And to summon from the shadows, the encore
The following bows that once were anticipated

The past, present, and the future; all in calculated unison
Beneath the time’s eveningtide and overwhelming fate
Listening to footsteps creeping underneath hidden bridges
Although the silhouettes are seen, afar, at the ending corner

Thus to pursue the haunting highway that leads to the beyond
Path of promise and deceit, while the journey descends
Walking alongside gardens with enriched churches of salvation
The gentiles that gently gestured the gift of generations to come

The shadows of the linen clouds and blowing breezes
Laid amidst the mermaids of thoughts that swim thru the sky
Between them and the dripping sun and the dipping boughs
While raindrops break and shatter all about the surface of speech