Stay

The stage is yours,
my friend,
and I watch
among strangers,
and the night
takes me cool
and
in the receding
rhythms of
their dark hymns,
I descend
back to it.

And the strangers
stand enthralled,
and they hold you
with half-closed eyes,
and I wait
again at the back
of a room,
low light,
in communion
with the night.

And somehow
all songs —
your blues,
the mantra of crickets,
the frogs who
shake their throats
at the moon —
rise to one
holy chant
that we can’t
help but follow,
like rainwater
seeking the river.

And I will wait here
until all sound
blows whispering
to dust
and covers me over.
And I will wait here
while my hands
grow strange.
And I will wait here
as these candles
and stars
erase themselves.
And I will wait here
until we have
something more
to say.

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About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

One response to “Stay”

  1. Lindy Lee says :

    To wait takes patience but to stay takes more. Nice poetry…

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