There is a road
To take me away from there
And I have taken all of them
Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me
My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death
And I have taken all of them
Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me
My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death
Like the ghost gums
In the Red Centre
I would come to know
Centuries later
I held you
While you grew cold
Your eyes
Already clouding
My body emptied
Of presence
Hollowed
By your absence
More than grey matter
More than thoughts
More than being
More than all the love
I have ever given
In the final moments
I stop
When blood stops
I am
Blood
Darkness
A few inches more
Stillness
An explosion of light
Darkness
Nudge
Nudge the icicle
Just a little…
A little harder
With all my subtle energy
Nudge
Creaking
Nudge
Crack
The specks
On my windshield
Remind me
Revel in this experience
One sunny Sunday
Death came to my smithy
In his shroud of black
Trailing a shadow, like blood
Spilt on the butcher’s floor
Your time has come.
Said Death
What say you?
I am not ready, Ancient One.
So say they all.
Scrawled there
In pigment
And love
Arcs and lines
A language of hope
And possibility
We learn to speak
In ways elegant
And ignorant
We grow old
Or we don’t
But all of us
We die