The eternal dark theatre

Marching angels of darkened faces.

Smooth oozing rhythms

of eternal darkness.

Echoes of long roads.

...mirage destinations.

A labyrinth stands tall

only before immersing in its magic.

Did you know that shadows of hope

linger longer amongst angels of death;

where demons dance in the echoes

of yesterday's birth?

Mother, have you ever wondered...

Father, have you ever yearned...

...some thoughts are best left alone.

As some hitchhikers are lost wanderers.

Others... detectives of the deserted mind.

Oh, cold snow of the awaited winter,

melt not under the sun

but within the grip of my warm hand.

Turning rock into fluid;

melt away my worries.

Wash my mind with the curious wonder

of the eternal darker theater.

Lower the curtains for a brief wink

but close them not!

For the second act is about to start

and I may not be ready.

...It's heavenly wisdom.

Miguel Lev