the end

i hear the whispers,
dreams of unaccomplished avocations,
and i speak softly of mine
of love, wildness and wanderlust

i hear the sighs and stifled moans,
that tell of lives and sorrows old,
i look back at mine and wish
to recall the blessing, to be bold

i hear my name being chanted on the wind,
the mistress she calls me,
soft but firm,
calling me to a world unknown

amid the whispers, dreams and sighs,
i take my bow, the final lie
the colors blur, soften...fade to black
and my only thought "I'll take it back"