26-01-2013 / My Favorite Theatre

My Favorite Theatre

In my favorite theatre I used to play

To be silent and watch souls be laid

On a stage that pretended to be made of clay

So it could be rearranged over and over again

The truth is I was going to class without realizing

It would be something so marking and mesmerizing

That the price of admission to see another person's soul

Would simply be my full attention and my applause in awe

Moving and creaking

Coughing in the dark

Ecstasy in the making

The heart about to crack

In this theatre I've been filled many times

With more emotions than I could express

From thrill and joy to anger and disgust

I must admit things there have never been a bust

The one sin I will admit

Is how long it took me to commit

To the grand beauty you posses

Which is oh, so hard to process

Consider this my tribute to you

For you helped to shape me and grow

This time I applaud at you

And from your stage take a bow

Before the curtains roll down

Before the lights go out

Before the last person leaves

And your doors are shut

Even when you sleep

Even from outside

Even from afar

You still are my favorite theatre

Points In Time