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Theater Of Dreams (poem)

Updated on January 9, 2014

It was late into the evening

I am closing the last door

Drifting in once more

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Now that my friends are gone

Leaving me alone with the Joy and the tears

The echoes of the music

Which filled hall

Whose glorious walls

Where famed by all

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Oh the time

Oh the thrills

Oh the magic

The constant cascade

Of moments we made

Gone one by one

Joining the starlight of dreamers

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And there was her

If my life was not blessed enough

There was her

Behind every creation I conjured up

There was her

The reason for heartbeats

Each Joyous repeat

As problems retreat

Was her

Was her

Was her

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But it was closing time now

It is late into the evening

I am closing the last door

Drifting in once more

A glorious before

Each precious instant

Cast into the memories of moon filled nights

-

And there she was

A specter in a shadow of a moment

As beautiful as I can remember

Forever my soul bears her ember

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And as I lock the final door

To this palace of past

This theater of dreams

Were real once met it seems

She offers me her hand

Whispering let’s do it over again

As I reached out and cried

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      Anna Haven 3 years ago from Scotland

      Very deep and searching. Sounds like the ending offered a return of beauty though.

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      Shauna L Bowling 3 years ago from Central Florida

      Wow, Martin this is deep and mournful, but loving all wrapped into one.

    • Faith Reaper profile image

      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Wow, really good one here! Deep, reflective and beautiful. Up and more and sharing. Blessings, Faith Reaper

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      Victor W. Kwok 3 years ago from Hawaii

      Thank you for sharing another amazing poem!

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      DJ Anderson 3 years ago

      The play is over.

      Only the ghostly shadows remain......the music a distant memory.

      Would you do it all over again?

    • FlourishAnyway profile image

      FlourishAnyway 3 years ago from USA

      Reflective, searching, makes me remember.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      Another interesting and evocative poem.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Left with the echo of music and past memories

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