April 5, 2013

Epilogue by Richard Schnap


He felt himself merging with the night,
Passing into shadow, weaving through the wall,

Above the houses, on invisible wings,
Robed in the wind, crowned with the stars,

As he looked down at the darkened city,
The world he’d known, the roads he’d traveled,

And thought: who was I really,
A stranger in a realm that others owned,

A visitor from a foreign land, only for a time,
Silently waiting in crowded rooms,

In long lines that never seemed to move,
But now released, riding a black train

Into a black tunnel, a white light ahead,
Becoming a face, its eyes like diamonds,

Its lips like a flower, till he faded into it,
Tasted its kiss, and dreamed no more.








Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publication.

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