Well, friends, I just write down what I hear. Today’s is a strange one. I’ve said it before: I’m no poet, so this one’s open for interpretation… (Some of you will recognize this voice)

Creep, creep, like the vine
Slowly crawling back in time…
Hark!
Who goes there?
Who’s that calling?
Tis the past…
A long and snaking line.

Salute your memories,
Then let them drift and float away
Not sinking
Slowly drinking
Drops of thought that linger
To whet the hunger
For better days

The past… the future …
Why bother?
There is only here and now
Take a bow
Upon this stage on which you act
Do not just react
But be a shining star.

Learn your lines quite well
And you’ll escape this Hell
Ascending to the stars
Where beauty rains like silver glitter
Precious litter
Not to be discarded like the trash
But spread out like golden ash
Embers of the fire…
Of the light so bright
On this,
Your one and only stage