White light, I float in limbo
Chasing Ghosts in a basement
The last sun the myopic shall see
The Crows I cannot see encircling
Across dark water
It knell’s a parting day
A colour, colour out of space
A symmetry, solitaire unravelling
Knowing now only of the fury of sound
A voice in the shadows
Cold, cold morning
I am blind, a gauntlet of shadows
Can this be sure?
As shameful as it seems.
IVS Nov 2013