‘Tis bittersweet these friends I’ve made
Every laughter, cry, and danceÂ
Twirled and swirled in the flutterings of my heart
Stage fright? More like, stage at midnightÂ
The whimsy, the light, the late, late nightsÂ
Suddenly vanishes, just as it magically appeared
Feels like fairyland’s dream; a delicious tranceÂ
The edges of my body settle, frayed
This is Torrey Theater.Â
This is True Living.
Here is my torch, here are my tearsÂ
Loving with all my might
Looking up to the bright lights
Laughing out all my fright
Hoping in dizzying heights
Wandering after the music of the spheres
Answering the call to always be giftingÂ
The True, the Good, the Beautiful.
-Julia M Welch