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.