(Enter Madeleine) Madeleine This is the final curtain, and you should know The Master Chandler demands payment of all money owed. Officers are dispatched and have been seen on the road To arrest the one who has signed to be libel to pay… (Enter Moliere) Moliere (Long pause as Moliere takes in the grim and fearful faces staring at him) To look at your faces, this is not your best day. Denys, Joseph, Catherine, Marie, Mother Bejart Madeleine, and all who have given your heart To ring up the curtain at a given hour, Regardless of any altercation’s power. All for one and one for all is what we play That we may pass through the portal and say But a few lines, just words, to oft empty chairs. Why? Why do we act words as prayers Though they fall on a dark empty space? Our pockets empty, our status disgrace; We will not be buried on blessed holy ground Since, our heaven it seems on earth we have found. All this is all quite new and glorious to me In you there is magic, I thought could not be. The troubling things now happening here Are but cast in this place and this year, But have little to do with the full play at hand. We are not now at the final act of our grand Performance nor will I take bows for such. The muse will go forth with it’s fairy touch, Weaving and winding the love that is us Into a scene, a play, dance at red dusk; The promise to sailors to sleep with delight For tomorrow we sail on soft seas and might Reach the place on the distant shore For treasures of love gifts of speeches and more. myplayfulself/wordpress/?p=15011
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 13:51:43 +0000
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