Fear shakes my core,
In dust is memory, in ruin lies dream
- Infernal fury burns them,
thrusts its heat in-to and out-of me
Endless flames of pointless rage
send my hands a-trembling
so they cannot hold a conversation with themselves.
When should I wake tomorrow?
Should I chill my marrow
in the night’s cool breath?
Should I climb the highest point
in the horizon’s sunset dream
and watch the sunrise in rapture and despair?
Nature’s fabric has been rent!
Tear the Stars from their velvet cloth
Let me eat them
Let the Moon watch me
- will she cry, will she weep
That I have eaten her children?
- will she understand that I too will be consumed?
the wasted fury of life upon me
- I am shredded, bowed and burnt before you
What should I take with me?
What should I leave behind?
What questions do I ask,
or leave those behind and “nevermore” be uttered from my lips.
But I will lie, I will be still now!
Basking in the blaze of the morning Sun
Burn myself on the sandy beaches tomorrow
and let the ocean waves balm my ethereal wounds
I will lie, and those who need,
I will Speak
I will say tomorrow to my loves
I will say yesterday to my lovers
and as my mind wanders beyond time and space
Peace will come to me
Let that last breath on that fatal shore
rise over the winds and carry me
beyond hurt, beyond tear
and in your memory
bear me home
My final Prayer is heard
by none and all
and not of all
For Vaughan, whose grace touched all who knew him
20th October 2007