there is nothing left to me –
I am against the wall, finished;
quivering with hope yet so unable
to believe in the improbability
of an uncertain future
what of the dream? and what
have I become while losing faith in it
and everything it ever meant to me?
still I long for it
You get into your car, and the radio is on. You’re driving somewhere fairly automatically – to the local shops, say – and you don’t even notice the music playing. It’s a nice day for a drive, after all.
Sometime along the way, though, you realise that the song you’re listening to is fairly mediocre, and not quite to your tastes. You also realise that there are at least five other stations which play music, and, not being in the mood for stuffy AM talkback, you hit a button to change presets.
Happily, it’s a song you love, a real favourite! But alas, only the last couple of bars play. All too soon it’s over, and, saddened that the moment has passed, you realise that you never knew what you were missing, until you decided to change stations.
If only you had changed stations sooner…
so much of a breaking
heart poured into 12 minutes
tears falling with fingers onto ivory keys
sorrow wrenched from the soul and woven
into mournful notes
such tragic harmony; bleak and
ill-kept hopes dashed by
shrouded reality and obscured truth
at Semaphore on New Year’s Eve