- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
Watching from the Wings
Here is the seat on which you will rest On a shore of tranquil waves White-washed with surf
Here is the chair carved with love Cushioned to cradle brittle bones On balmy days under a gentle sun
Here is the place to shield you From the chaos and pandemonium Of this too fast century
Sit and rest a while with me Feel the pulse of life Of us, as we watch from the wings.