Curtain call
On my name, I wish
To speak the lines of rhyme
And send a ferry
To thou Isle. If not,
I will regret my death
For the drapes will collapse.
Silver stage
On my name, you want
My love to go underneath it,
To forecast the weather.
But please, fly over. If not,
Thou will never see life
On a floor of wood.
Blinding spot
On my name, it marks
The lines of our joyous carrier
Or so we thought.
Thou hope's beyond. If not,
We shall share the load
Of depriving shadows and defeat.
