When I dance in my minds eye with angels.
And fear being deserted and alone.
I saw the old woman in the church yard 
saying another goodbye at the same stone
painting another farewell scene of ancient love.
And I don’t fear that which lies beneath the grass
deep in soil and farewell clothes 
and trinkets of memories sent on a journey
of hopeless hopes and boundless groundless
prayers for salvation and loss so much loss.
And pain so much pain endless pain.
To walk on the path and see transcendent light
floating in the midst of the mind just out of sight.
I envied the ones whose certainty opens the eye to believe.
Then I met an American who told me about Adam and Eve.
And thought about my mum and dad 
who couldn’t eat fruit because of the war.
And thought that an apple was 
a poor excuse for revenge and saw the humour
in a god who played these games and thought he is a joker.
And then laughed at the stupidity of certainty
that still makes us ponder mans absurdity.
A fight for life that dances around and around forever.
But where does it go as we weave our paths?
Where are all the loves we never met?
Everything all of it everything all of it.
There in the wavering past which dances
To its own long written tune and sings the song
That tells us we have to live on in 
the future time of unplanned 
but unbound limitless deceit.