The Hymn Of The Limelight
"Get Comfortable" Poetry Challenge
I go where you dare not.
I climb to the appointed place,
The anointed place, there to be bathed,
Oh sweet light!
There I am baptised anew, in full view and yet,
And yet,
It’s I who looks at you,
From where I sit, where I now play,
I watch you sway as one,
Your faces and the place you paid to be now blending,
Eyes and ears are drawn
To the place where I am now…
Transcending!
I go where you may not.
The gates are barred for all but me,
And I am free, there on the stage,
Oh endless night!
There I become my purest form as I perform and yet,
And yet,
It’s you who looks at me,
From where you sit, you watch me play,
You watch me sway and drum,
Your voices and the choice you made to be here, feeling,
Hearts and minds are drawn
To this place where we all now…
Are healing!
About the Creator
Toby Davies
Up until now, I've been a musician, one way or another. Performing, composing, teaching, as a hobby or as a career, music has been my focus. My 'thing'. But I've always planned on being a writer, when the time was right. It feels right now.
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