June 23, 2006
There used to be lions on the landing. Stately in their brightly coloured manes, they endured our deprecating comments with unruffled dignity. Back then, our hearts were in motion, and the songs we loved kept us alive. There was still time for us then - across the street, around the corner, beneath the echoes of laughter and faded memories. Time for us to lose ourselves in love and brightly coloured paper lions. But now they are gone; the stage is silent and empty, and no one remembers those days. When there were dreams in the air, and lions on the landing.