Summer morning.
Recrossing the borderline from the afterlife,
the dreamer is expelled from sleep, the dream lost.
I am a dream’s shadow,
heavy with transition, jagged from sleep.
Light gathers me from every room I have ever slept in
onto the shrinking island of the bed.

Someone cues the poetry. Unquiet lines.
The past was worse than you thought,
voices say.  Your life is a weighted skin.
Stop swimming against the tide of loss.
Sink.

Yet gloom is porous.
From the sky’s cracked mosaic,
Daybreak seeps in.
The light reassembles familiar objects,
which replace mere longing in ordinary darkness.

The things of the world resist but return
to radiance, resume the work of existing.
We are all day laborers.
It's my shift. Summon the coffee.
The world yawns before me.
And I am, therefore (I think).

Love the wife of Loyalty stands with her husband's arms wrapped around her and her arms wrapped around him in an warming embrace.  Loyalty looked into the eyes of Love and said
"My beautiful, beautiful, wife you filled my
heart with joy by becoming my wife.  My world revolves around you.  I will always be there for you.  I will stand by your side and help you chase after your dreams.  I will protect you from all threats."
Love gave Loyalty a squeeze and said
"I too will stand by your side and help you chase your dreams.  I will be there for you in your time of need or when ever you just want me by your side."
Love and Loyalty looked into each other's eyes and began to kiss.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum

Tickets please.  
Tickets please..

Thank you..  

The seating orientation was a bit strange.  We wanted to see what all the fuss was about.. We sat in a circular pattern next to these strange looking candle holders.  They looked a bit to gothic for my taste.  The candles seem to be all different colors of wax.   We paid 200$ for one song.  I don't think its worth it.  But everyone says it is..  The house was completly sold out. There was not one seat empty..

The lights begin to dim away. Darkness fills the entire room.. Its then we begin to hear the most beautiful acoustic guitar music I have ever heard..  As the music played on I could see a small glow of light beside us.. The candles were coming to life.. Each flame was a differnet color.  Ours was a beautiful blue.  The longer they played the brighter the candles got.. There were two of them playing.  Never did they look up at us. They played with their heads looking down at the floor.   It now looked like and aura of colors within the theater.  The song begin to slow down and the candles got dimmer and dimmer..  The song then begin to slightly speed up.  The ceiling was now filled with stars and endless falling comets..  I was now lost in the music..

The sun begin to rise, A new day was being born..  The song had ended.. The applause was thunderous! The night song of the two.. Magnifcient it was...

You're still there,
At the end of my fingertips,
Your taste is still there teasing my tongue,
Your sweet face,
Haunts all my dreams,
Your beautiful heart still has its strings,
Wrapped around mine,
Tell me how to let you go,
When everything about you,
Is still living in my chest,
Crawling through the tunnels of my mind,
And leaving soft but painful bruises, on my soul