Claire V. Bogdanos

Somewhere in life, the curtain falls

The story ends, destiny calls

While out there in the wilderness

A voice is heard, it’s in distress.

And so at last, the hand’s been played

With pounding heart, no more afraid

For fear is but an empty thought

There in a teapot, tempest caught.

The winds that blow are all in vain

They howl and rage across the plain

We’ve heard it all, how will it end

Does a lover become a friend ?