Flashes
Between the forceps and the soil
We have one brief flash
To illuminate the soul
With the note of a song
Surrounded by the ghosts
Of other flames
Frozen in time
A second long
Revealing glimpses
So short
That we gasp in wonder
And then
Gone
(Written with a view to explaining how little we see of the infinite universe in such brief a tiny life. No sooner have you understood your role and it is over. You never understood. So little time to achieve so little. What can only ever be so little. Yet if we all bring our note we can at least create a simple song.
Completed on watching the video of Brian Epstein and seeing Brian and John and the frozen ghosts of the past. Brief flames frozen in time, glimpsed across time, never known but experienced. Would have liked to have met them. Would have liked to have found my note to bring to the song.)
Opher 8.1.98
Uncanny timing Opher. I’ve just learned of the recent death of an old friend, who although I had never met him personally, was a stalwart of the Stormcock community, and we had many a fine email exchange over the years talking about music.
Lovely little poem
I’m off tomorrow to see a friend. Her partner was a really close friend of mine who died a few years back. We’d sit around and he’d place guitar and sing. He loved Harper, Jimi and Sci-Fi. We’d play crib, drink a beer and laugh a lot.
When you are young you seem to have forever with time to waste. Now each second is precious.
Friends are so few.
I find it hard to find people I can relate to.
We miss the ones that are gone. They are irreplaceable.
Brilliant