Reformed on the off chance
By words that heal the lost years
By nights that last forever
And days closed up in fever,
By rainbows bright in our tears
And dreams once dreamed together
Old records still remind me
Of blue lights on our journey
They spin despite the distance
Through memories of our last dance:
In birth’s celebrations,
Silently sing me.
God’s hidden road recovered
With blind men on the turnstiles
Drunk with sacred sunlight
Familiar with the strange sight
Of still receptive profiles
Tuned into the soft night
To hymns heard in the flash flood
Psalms raised from our dark blood
Cry out of truths uncovered
Laughter rediscovered:
In life’s tribulations
Silently sing me.
Unrepossessed pretenders
United down on dockside
By late night stores remembering
A small hand with a plain ring
Still deep deep in the hillside
Are huge dark strangers wakening
They are waiting for the fifth sign
They are carving out a soul mine
Arthurian defenders,
Wise Druidic transcenders:
In death’s transformation
Silently sing me.
Mike Mcnamara
Illustration Nick Victor