Acrobat
Tangled up in life’s devise,
he walks on a tight rope of love.
Blindfolded and fearless,
making his way above the arena,
he holds the faceless mass
in suspended silence.
Single spotlight shines upon him,
no shouts from the wings, no drum rolls.
Even the cruel clowns are breathless,
frozen in still-life,
in awe of the courageous act
he performs with the skill of maestro.
Shadow dancing with death,
making steps to and fro,
he smiles defiantly in the face
of illusive and ever deceiving fortune;
finding moments of delight
in the torment he invented
and learned to love.
Abhorring the flattery,
the lies, the cowardliness,
he completes his audacious routine
to adoring applause.
Taking a bow,
he removes his blindfold
gazing upon life
in his last reverie,
hopelessly searching in the crowd
for the only pair of eyes
that would bring
meaning to existence.
Alas, no need to keep
the appearances,
the act is finished,
she is long gone.
Defying Gods above him,
to the horror of others,
he leaps down, in fleeting
and final moment of delight,
or as a mere mortal
would call it, madness.
For in love, as in life,
he did not get a net.
he walks on a tight rope of love.
Blindfolded and fearless,
making his way above the arena,
he holds the faceless mass
in suspended silence.
Single spotlight shines upon him,
no shouts from the wings, no drum rolls.
Even the cruel clowns are breathless,
frozen in still-life,
in awe of the courageous act
he performs with the skill of maestro.
Shadow dancing with death,
making steps to and fro,
he smiles defiantly in the face
of illusive and ever deceiving fortune;
finding moments of delight
in the torment he invented
and learned to love.
Abhorring the flattery,
the lies, the cowardliness,
he completes his audacious routine
to adoring applause.
Taking a bow,
he removes his blindfold
gazing upon life
in his last reverie,
hopelessly searching in the crowd
for the only pair of eyes
that would bring
meaning to existence.
Alas, no need to keep
the appearances,
the act is finished,
she is long gone.
Defying Gods above him,
to the horror of others,
he leaps down, in fleeting
and final moment of delight,
or as a mere mortal
would call it, madness.
For in love, as in life,
he did not get a net.