Feel the flames
Touch the eyes,
Sight becomes blurred
Heat & flame make wisdom sigh,
Within stone & iron gain
White hot ash
Spit and cackle, curse and cry.
By ghostly hands in locked dark loft!
The clocks run slow
The metronome ticks, the music flows.
See the ice form on the glass?
Winter comes! Has autum past?
Feel the heart break within my breast
Feel the pain within my chest
Hear the laughter high and loud
Feel the earth move, see dark clouds
Feel the hand upon my arm
Look upon Death, pale blue eyes that have no charm
Feel the last heat of summer go
No more of springs rich life its seeds to sow
So cold so cold, the music slows
The time before me! What is this hour that it’s face does show?
I hear the voice; Deaths question asked,
“CAN YOU SEE BEYOND MIDNIGHT?” I wonder if I can face that task!