Intermission

the laughter slid and fell behind those double lines of pause, and reflect. left alone up against the beating of the only ray of sunshine, now drawn. rolled inside those railing props hiding from the strumming one there, singing in the rain careful with this part once crushed broken twice and scattered when, the blues became so battered flying solo in the wind, crumpled by the agony bequeathed behind those blinds those steadfast tries of wait and watch, no doubt oh! never mind it's just a phase this too, shall surely pass and we will stand hand in hand, as we watch our smiles return one by one around the stage of the desert bloom, destiny's true dawn...