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 ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 