Crashbox

Just read Heraclitus' post on JM's crash site...moved...I have been to that spot, though not in a year. Many things are filled with romance and melancholy, and the world is at once made sad and agonizingly beautiful...The look in the sad girl's eyes as she tries to forget the pain and remember what it is like to be happy; the tired worker stumbling home from work with the faded grin and the noble handshake, who knows he is a man, though life is hard; the pathetic reminders of the death of a friend that make you think of him but mock him because they are not him. God gives us all things wonderful and terrible and we love Him for these gifts, for they lead us to inexorably to the glory of the beatific vision if only we choose Him.

mist rolls in again
across the little town
so very long its been
since i had my crown

but it was handed back
by her with smile sad
on my head is now sat
like when i was but a lad

the small whispering fire
reaching out in heat
so very very tired...
near me have a seat

outside the kids are laughing
heavy in the night air
on me her head is resting
soft and golden her hair