At The Globe
As I stood at the end of the lane,
I listened to the laughter within.
The theater was the brightest light,
for miles around the town.
The laughter was tempered with tears
as I took a few slow steps.
But approach closer? I dare not.
To close the distance would expose my soul.
My soul is the pale light of the moon.
Delicate, yet constant.
A light by which you can vew a new place.
That place is your world.
It is seen through the lens of my light.
As I bathe the world,
I embrace you and yours.
I embrace you and paint it mine.