Allegro

When happiness suddenly strikes,
Like a bolt from the blue,
The blithe spirited spikes,
Of feelings old in a bottle new.
And like never before,
The cup of joy runneth over,
As I walk through that door,
And the world becomes a blur.

And everything else ceases to matter
But me, myself and my tidings
Of shared joys and selfish laughter.
And pushed back to the wings,
An apprehension silenced.
Of what shall remain,
When comes the end
At the fall of the curtain.

Leaving behind, a confused mind,
Thinking in shaken disbelief.
Whether that which was lying behind,
Was the reality or a hypnotic relief?
What was ephemeral - the onstage actor?
Or was the stage a chimeric illusion?
Each vying to outlast the other?
Questions galore, but answers none.


Daneel Olivaw

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