It is like that silence between two
acts of a play
when the curtain falls
and it is dark…
there is expectancy in those
minutes
loaded anticipation and an
audible sigh when the
curtain lifts and there is
light and colour and sound
When life feels dark and heavy
I think upon that space -
where silence reigns
where expectancy beats,
and my heart stops…
I do not breathe,
I anticipate the light
and the colour
and the love I find in the applause
on either side
of that space between your eyes
I love this idea...we are but players to amuse those we desire...beautiful work
Beautiful write Yuri and beautiflly said 10 Chris. You romantic you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a powerful poem - power in the supreme silence of the human heart that stops beating, breathing stops too and colours and light can fill that space where the human person finds refuge in herself. I'll read this again and again to get to understand all it says - did I say 'all'? No, i meant 'much' of what it says