Song for ‘Fizzy’
For the passing of a friend.
When first we see the light of day,
It is a waking from more brilliant light:
From another world far more real.
And for a short while, to comfort us,
Is left a memory from whence we came.
Life begins in our mother’s arms,
And from the very first of her soft kisses
The vision fades as with a lost dream.
“Our birth is but a sleep, and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.”
Ticks the clock, silently, remorselessly, unstoppable.
Harmonics spreading through endless forms:
Heartbeats thumping through lusty dreams,
Fingers tapping impatiently on a worktop,
Breath sucking and blowing on a winter window,
The count of a processor running hot.
The ripple of water cascading from a mountain stream.
Sweeps the hand, revolving, unendingly, round and round.
Shadows cast on an enamelled face.
Hands heaving on the heathen boot.
And in all this earthly manifest
Fizzy is now but a amorphous dream.
A beautifully rendered poem of remembrance; the imagery perfect for the subject; I loved this Allen, thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Dougie. I am very grateful.
a unique “Song” remembering a passed life, beautifully expressed. you have touched me… I also loved your quote by Wordsworth…thank you for that
Bless you, Yutka. You are very kind. Thank you for taking the time to comment.
Yutka, I have just realised something important: I think we were writing friends on PoetBay. Am I not correct?