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at
fado
among the old cannons with Chrys
sultry October night at Monte Fort in Macao
I write these word in the dark
in the conversation of the chords
the strings, the words found in the heart
it is a desperate kind of respect
this fado
it is our hanging by a thread
in the storm
and yes there is a moon
a bottle for comfort perhaps
in those days
when
the sky was simply up
then
there was always the sea
how we are here now
the sea is a cruel truth
one must sing through the storm
sing louder than life
sing just to be
and so we touch
the moon
eyes fixed
where it breaks through
the storm's dark
the one who would have drowned
was saved
saved by the firm hand held
by that voice in the storm
that's how I was found
how I was hauled to safety
but the others?
so you see
we sing for those who've gone under
someone
saved me
so
I sing this now
that
the hope in the storm
must
remain
it's
like this
with
my writing in moonlight
it's
only wishes I write down
I
wish for a world of respect
and
not power
for
the truth of your voice
that
you'll truly hear mine
respect
is a desperate need
for
yours truly
to
give
to
receive
the
truth
in
the heart
in
the voice
like
a hand held out
to
save the one drowning
never
too late
say
it
never
too late
say
it
and
it is so
in
poetry
in
music
paint
in
all the art
between
us
my
medicine
my
poison too
in
the storm
your
hand
I
take it
take
all the heart offers
all
that will save me
art
my raft
to
which life clings
dear
art
dear
heart
dear
life
Marvellous plus I cried.
ReplyDeleteArt my raft too... great photo too!
ReplyDeleteAh!
ReplyDeleteJust fab! Bravo bravo
ReplyDeleteterrific, Kit - I really like the writing in the darkness idea/perspective
ReplyDeleteBeautiful
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