An Empty Stage Poem by David Taylor

Surrounded on every side by nature's infinite forms,
each leaf sways in the wind and speaks of its seed.
Underfoot in a thin layer of fertility, insects busy in darkness
and as we shake off thin veils of the dross of ages past;
you come crashing through a forest of dreams,
blinding my sight with star beams and reduce to ash
my beggars bag of treasures that bowed my sight to dust.

The universe sings a song to just one auditorium
and dances in praise of all that's come and gone.
Your smile quietly illuminates the scene
as the curtains fall on this dreamer's dream.
And now an empty stage is filled with actors
as they display the greatness of your play
and I melts into the purest knowledge
which those actors can never touch or say.