Dancing Lights

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    Dancing Lights

     

    Quietly, unnoticed they take their places

    In character on the darkened stage

    Each waiting for the cue

    That gives them substance in the critic’s eye.

     

    The audience gathers

    Waiting for house lights to dim

    Awaiting the opening curtain

    Anticipating the choreography as the orchestra tunes

    Ears intent on catching the music, the rhythm.

     

    Finally the house begins to fade

    Shadows emerge from a shroud of darkness

    Characters move and fidget in their spots

    The orchestra strikes the chord

    We in our box seat on the hilltop

    Gaze in awe

    As the dancers gracefully fill the stage

    City lights illuminate the stage

    And dance for us all.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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