the sounds of music go out to the night
distant dead voices living through the wire
a kind of magic this the electric fire
brings hope and passion as well as gentle light
the echoes that appear are soft and bright
the body not the mind will sag and tire
a heart that beats the notes of noble desire
catches the nighthawk in the midst of flight
what lies beyond's in shadow for these hours
a deeper darkness that hides under trees
softening rhythms that pass through air
we're too far out to come beneath the towers
but burning odours come upon each breeze
passion remains passion and normal care
22 May 2007
the force of memory
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