A/N: This is a poem meant to be the intro to the one shot. If you do not like poetry, you may want to skip it and go straight to the one shot. Sorry for the inconvenience.
THE CURTAIN FALLS
For the subject,
thanks for the inspiration
I toss through ether
Not quite formed
Not quite a shard
Of reality; not yet.
Stillness; a far off
Wistful thought
Spiraling away with
Flighty wry currents
Buffeting me on every side.
We are all converging
Thronging in the mist
A milling mass of wanderers,
Doomed to go ever on.
I am ever giving
I am ever coming
I can travel onward
Everlasting in this uncertainty.
Two gatherings of us collide;
Pandemonium ensues.
Old friends cry out in joy
Enemies bellow in hate
A spark ignites,
Lighting up our faces
Noise dies away as
The sky admonishes softly
In gray-blue tones, "Hush."
Excitement mounts
As pleasantries or blows
Are exchanged
The journey is about
To begin once again.
The tension pulls taunt
Trilling through the
Compact atmosphere.
Our mingling has lasted
An eternity; or maybe
But it is enough
For us of nowhere.
Promises are made
To meet once again,
Somewhere down
Our endless road.
We have all of time;
We shall keep
These cherished oaths.
The dam breaks
Pouring forth us vagabonds
We fall, streaking earthward,
Tumbling thrillingly in our glee.
This is where I belong—
Although it is possible
That I belong nowhere—
I like to believe
This is my place:
A part of this veil
The curtain of the world.
I plummet, but the journey
It ends too soon
And I am suddenly
Draining spreading splashing
Nourishing, becoming one with
The earth and others
Of my kind.
And as I lay dormant
For a time
My eyes are always to the sky
And my heart in the curtain
That I will rejoin
As certain as the sunset
Or the pounding of the tide
I will continue in this cycle
For water is eternal
And moves ever on.
A/N: The speaker is a rain drop. It makes more sense once you read it as a companion piece to the Handprints and the Rain one shot.
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