Monday, December 12, 2011

Curtain

The curtain falls.
The end.
The green gossamer hides
the view of the watery canal beyond.
The light shimmers through
the gauzy thin silk, the view hidden.
The cascading folds, delicate.
A thing of beauty.
Reminiscent of a beautiful ball gown you once wore.
And now, a goodbye, without closure, without resolution.
A gradual disappearance.
One can only imagine the future beyond, and the vista.
Goodbye.