Hand me down the love you had before me
And sow gently the tears in your sleeve
So I can wear your heart on arms made
To hold you as you drift through sleep.

I can see you.   It has been dark for so long.  And you are shining in it!  Tears fill my eyes.  At the sight of light.  He is getting brighter and brighter.  There is even a warmth to his glow.  I feel it on my skin.  There are so many of us here in the dark.   Its then rings of light begin to emit from him.  But how? And why?  What illuminates him in the infinite darkness?  He then got so bright that he became the sun itself.  Dawn is here yet again.  The new morning has vanquished the eternal night.  I must discover what is the science to his Belief.   Its what made him shine.

Somewhere in between
the waking and the dream,
I can feel you close to me.

Just before times hands
reshape the desert sands,
I can feel you reach for me.

In the blink of tear stained eyes,
watching weary to the skies,
I can see you cry for me.

In the breaking of the dawn,
in the dew upon the lawn,
I can see you smile for me.

In the bright rays of the sun,
in the new day just begun,
I can feel you warming me.

In the beating of my heart,
that once was torn apart,
I can feel you healing me.

In the shadow of the past,
from the dawn unto the last,
I can hear you call for me.

As I take my last deep breath,
as I fear the grip of death,
will you please just wait for me?


Written by Darren Scanlon, April 2013.
This revised version written 15th March 2015.
©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

With the veins of my grief
the day dies a fallen leaf
night’s shadows in me confide
the boat is coming from the other side
chirping crickets on darkness feed
thickens smell of mangrove reed
waves rolling in the saline stream
paint a boat in slumbered dream.

Friends may pass
and leave this life.
We ask the question
why them and not me.

It maybe that they
were stronger.
They were prepared
each day to move on in their journey.

Being strong
they show the way.
And give us strength,
guiding us when our time comes.

Iŋtɷ ɧҽɾ pɷɾtaɭ I ҽŋtҽɾҽɖ
It ɭҽɖ tɷ tɧҽ cҽŋtҽɾ ɷʆ tɧҽ
Uŋɩѵҽɾىҽ.

There are things unseen that keep this world living.. Things that go without notice.. Things that we make sure go unnoticed.. So the everyday things you see as everyday things simply are not that at all.. Everyday messengers and receivers are at a constant movement of life giving moments.. The bird you saw fly by, The cat that leaves and never returns, The butterflies that migrate south, And the ghost that sometimes haunt the living.. But when the path is interrupted the unknown ramifications occur.. The disasters, the catastrophes, the plagues, can all be prevented.. On this day two children, two brothers, will set forth a path that is unknown to them.. On a plastic bottle cap they put one large red ant on board.. They float it down the creek and watch in awe at the sailor ant they have set in motion.. This ant has a very small package to deliver.. Across a world to him, at the end of the river to us.. This ant will deliver a small speck of light.. The first star in an infinite darkness..