• 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.