And sun retreats to solitude,
Sleepless eyes are curtained o'er
To regard the stage of mind's mood.
Enigma repressed by logic's light
Comes boldly forth to play.
The stage is set, the actors present
Each their will to portray.
Dissonant songs and confused dance
The Director observes with dismay.
Mouth rambles; Feet wander, stumble.
In the dark, eye search unfulfilled.
From scarred palm the Script
Is proffered to the disorderly guild.
To know the lines, you first must read.
Turn on the spotlight and see
My story unfold when you act on Truth,
And surrender and Follow Me.
As players cease their clumsy parts,
The fog withdraws from center stage;
Cacophonous will to beautiful peace
Where eye, illuminated, learns each page.
Tentatively, hand draws bow across string.
Each heart beat surges, elated
As the orchestra swells and ballet swirls
Stomach's hunger is finally sated.
Act concludes, the audience applauds
The Master's composition.
And here eye stares as the curtain flutters
Stage left or right to take?
Direction learned from the script
Eye will choose in decisions to make.
