The play of the theatre

Stumbling actors of unkown writer.

Pale clouds and real dragons.

Whistling winds.

Heavy fog of dawning mystery.

Songs sound muted in the background

of orange sunset and pale sunrise.

Curtains rise in awe.

Blindly pale lights dance.

"Look, fireflies dance best in silence."

The gods feast through a blank screen.

Human play devilishly entertainers;

bored in battle.

Warriors rush through tales of fairies

and fallen heroes who lived long after.

Students teach professors

while children feed parents.

"Look, the lights are gone."

...and more joined

Perhaps for the glory of death.

The play continues.

Softer.

Brighter in darkness.

Louder in mute echoes

of unknown public. 

"Close the curtains and dim the lights!

Shift left...

Right...

... or perhaps,

evaporate with the clouds;

reach the heavens!"

Wanderers of the deserted plains;

students of enlightened minds:

the hitchhiker took a wrong turn.

...and the show a different meaning. 

Miguel Lev