When the Ghost Light Comes Out

In that last moment, before the lights go,

before we pack up the remains of our show,

when our energy’s sapped and our movements slow,

and in joy for day’s success, people shout.

It is in that moment, in that last light,

standing steady guard and shining so bright

that there’s a pause, to forget the day’s plight,

and to think for a beat what life’s about.

It is in that moment, staring here now

at one single star, alone after the bows,

reminding the dead, who come here to row,

there’s something great here, and that they don’t doubt.

         The talking's finished, the play’s finished it’s bout,

         in this final moment, when the ghost light comes

                  out.