Mon May 1, 2006

100

Wish You Were Here

It is 4Am, I was working until 3 and went to sleep.
It was very short.
I tried to hold, despite the resistance, and said:
I love imagining you are here.
that was it.



So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade
your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground.
What have we found?

The same old fears,
wish you were here.