Sunday, 2 November 2014

The Trial


I sat here to write it all down, now I can't remember the aim. 

For in the quiet stillness, all I could write was your name.

We clung to every word - eyes wide and bodies tense. 

But whichever way you measure it, it doesn't add up to sense. 
As picture motions from surreal, to searingly real, and back. 
That special song that brings you to mind, the moment light ventures a crack. 

And I don't know what the words are, and I can't quite find the aim. 
For in the quiet stillness, all I could write was your name. 

Parting brings its sorrow, but to know it was with such grief, 
Pulls heart with an aching that yearns for sweet relief. 
Sometimes the hand that's dealt, we will never understand, 
But perhaps there is a moment when peace lends her guiding hand. 

And I don't know what the words are, and I struggle to find the aim. 
For in the quiet stillness, all I could write was your name. 

And now we question it, feels like there's no affirmatives, 
No real rhyme or reason, nor distinct definitives. 
But when the darkness dwindles, deeper at least in its dwelling,
What will be left is you, and the stories we'll still be telling. 
For those who knew and loved you, and let's face it, it was the same thing -
Will laugh at those old memories that get their hearts stirring. 

And I don't know what the words are, and I don't even know the aim, 
But I know there is friendship and love in the mention of your name.