The Long Night Closes

No spotlight over the stage,

Its bright beam gleaming

The silence half awake,

through dim empty halls creeping.


In the stillness there echoes

that final grand reprise,

and upon the floor – confettis exploded

become but glimmering  debris


The vibrant applause that stirred the air

now gently reposes

All fades to the ticks of the clock

The long night closes.


Finally, I am home and free

upon my bed of roses,

With a song of praise and thanks upon my lips

the long night closes.



*text inspired by H. Chorley's "Long Day Closes"
*photo above by Matt Maniano

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