IN THE WINGS

Back in the wings I remember how I used to stand by your side until you went on. I remember the darkness and the slow beat of the music— And the mad desire in me to hold you always near me. I remember the weird reflection of the colored spot as it circled round, And you gazing intensely at the dancers, While I watched only the curve of your neck and the way your hair grew. You seemed to be always thinking of the dancers, Or, as you said yourself so often, “Of nothing at all.” But I, while standing with my shoulder touching yours, Or holding your hand— Would dream great, wonderful dreams that carried far beyond the horizon!