the 4th wall

lately I've those images

that needn't be captured on "film"

their permanence in my mind

will last until I part and

that day 

I remember so clearly

even more so, I have even succumbed to the temptation

of reliving it over, ...and over again

the weather couldn't have been more perfect

as luscious breezes accompanied my steps

while I calmly conversed yet upon

"this" entrance

my whole being froze.

(it has been brought to my attention that I scare and run easily)

Rightly so!

In theatre I always loved the notion of breaking that Fourth wall

yet never had I to achieve it.

For I always sat, 

quiet observer, 

tucked into the light booth, 

a great distance from the stage.

(and danger)

A subtle approach, sigh, to no avail.

and I remember 

entering a crowd

the sight of this "being", 

stopped me cold in my tracks

without a doubt, I stopped breathing immediately

and my heart it beat so fiercely, I feared that all could hear

and then, everything around me, 
suddenly vanished into thin air.

Quickly, I saw an escape route 
as I feigned absolute innocence

and calm, forever calm

So close was I, to fulfilling *that* dream

I ran far, I ran fast, 
I remained silent and waited for the storm to pass
.....to be continued