When the melody goes mute...: May 2011

And I lose possession

Looking over pulsating flesh

I know that i am yours.

I wish instead for heightened sense

To grasp that which possessed.

Extinguish me

The need is dead,

Take back your breathing dust

In your palm aflame, I yearn

To grasp that which possessed.

Show me the way, O Shepherd

through mazes and haze on air

past dark-suited laborers

gloriously beat in strife

to crumble like moths delayed

Show me the way in my youth

to lead by example; to testify

of ambition fulfilled in You

that until my sun must set

i may be blameless in sight

Pave a print for me to step in

in blindness, your voice to lead

show me on this footstool

where thy name may be carved

that in my season, you are seen.

When the melody goes mute...