WINDOWS RATTLE … THEY SIGNAL THE COMING WAVE,
OVER YOUR HEAD CRASHING DEEP DOWN WITHIN,
SWELLING THE RHYTHM OF YOUR EVERY DAY LIFE,
FROM NOW ON NOTHING WILL BE THE SAME,
ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE CANDLE FLAME …

I WATCHED RISING SUNSHINE SWEEP BEAT UPON YOUR FACE,
AND I’M SHOWERED IN CONFUSION EACH TIME I’M PUT IN MY ‘PLACE‘,
ATTEMPT AT CONTEMPT-PLATING THE MASK INSIDE,
THERE IS NO MORE DREAMING OF THE DREAM THAT DIED,
ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE CANDLE FLAME …

I MAY RISE LATE IF I RISE AT ALL, BUT DON’T DOUBT IT,
INSIDE OUTSIDE KNEAD ME FLAT UPON THE PLAIN,
STRETCH ME TEAR ME TRY TO REPAIR ME WITHDRAWN,
GLASS SMILE HELD FOR SMALL WHILE WHICH HAS NEVER BEEN THE SAME,
AND ALL THAT REMAINS IS THE FLICKERING CANDLE FLAME …



ADAM FRETTER - 20/10/96©