NOT FADE AWAY
Keep the light we’re given
when our store of words is fled
empty as a music box
a box to house the dead;
The bridge between give and take
has crumpled into mouse.
a wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie.
a dream we daren't let out.
Our days are a struggle: to walk
to dream, to think; when the gates of the new
Jerusalem appear we're blinking on the brink.
Will you follow my heart through a lingering death
with colours and music and words we forget?
Will the feel of the will-o’-the-wisp on skin
cause blackouts, atonal tears and the grim
a feeling that stuffles along,
flits from the merest echo of pitch,
speaks in tongues?
A fully-fledged minor chord song.
made of Images gleaned from the sea
tones that stutter, plucked away today,
flames keep away from me:
Watch the moment fade away
in the silence of the day
as we pray.