WHAT WAITS THERE?

What is it that waits there

there in the shadows of the wings?

Silently, patiently, waiting the cue,

the time to creep, or stride,

upon the stage of my play

I go on, guided by the words and music

of my dreams, my time upon the stage

but again and again, my mind and heart,

(the eyes of my searching)

peer into the shadows of the wings

wondering, marveling,

What is it that waits there?