This oath I breathe into the night,
Where spectral voices wage and fight
For space to salvage, immunise
And subjugate before my eyes.
A song despatched with vocal chords,
Dipped in sorrow, ill affords
To waste a single key of sound,
To find the words not often found.
And thus in tears of honey dew
I turn the dial and think of you,
And know I will remain, prevail,
Hold fast my heart beyond the pale.
This muted plea of fire and ice,
It burns and chills, will not suffice;
This unremitting, ceaseless cry,
Fidelity tuned a perfect high.
This I must tell and you must know,
For when you leave me, when you go,
My world may stop and cease to be
'Till you return and stay with me.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005