by Ken W Simpson
Anonymous faces
with transparent eyes
unrecognised by transients
passing by
as disappearing echoes
of another day.
Impassive masks
of fugitives
fleeing from obscurity
as variations floating in a pond.
Detours from distant places
diversions
and imaginary moments
existing only in a stranger's eye.
Lights above begin to fade
descending into the silence
as the orchestra
begins the overture.
From infancy to old age
on a rotating stage
carrying the characters
around and around
towards the dimness of the wings
until the curtain call.
in the darkness of an empty hall.
From:
Ken W Simpson
Last updated February 19, 2014