The Other Side of the Wind
Days long ago, untold energies abound,
Looking back with haunting memories.
The wall of wind stood firm as hurricane
Forces tossed the world around behind.
Never piercing the wall except with eyes
Seeing swirling clouds of men and women
Tossed about as heading into the winds.
None truly getting ahead of the others
But in their minds as clawing the flesh
Of those seeking ahead in glory’s fame.
He sought no fame, no glory only art,
A showing of his talent, producing best
For the audience of his heart and soul,
Most misunderstood with jealous envy.
The other side of the wind, dare he be
To be like the others failing prey to evil
And its sins all for a name in white lights,
A theatre’s marquee of gold, red letters,
Red for the blood shed to be in the lens,
Gold coins for riches paid by the crowds.
Behind wind’s wall, death comes to all.
He of the other side of the wind stood
Tall as a black robe slowly approached.
He smiled, “What took you so long for
I’ve been waiting your call of my name.”
-- Steven Louis Ernest