Song - Good Morning Mr MacKay
'Just one more turn upon the floor'
I heard you say it in my head
Or did I throw my voice instead
To speak directly to the dead
To lead where I would not be led
The foxgloves grow beneath the trees
Along the path where traffic flowed
Across the trains and through the steam
Where we’ll discuss life ghost to ghost
I can’t distinguish need from must
It’s much the same with last and first
You warred between them wild and skilled
As if your glass was overfilled
With swamps and dunes and flames and frost
You overcame imperatives
But none was ever quite as lost
In polished halls, with relatives
There’s no forgiving choices feigned
Though kindly made, or fondly claimed
And though we thought we meant it all
It was not us, and yet it was
…………
'Where will they find us when we’re gone? '
Down by the brig between the lochs
Which we once crossed and then re-crossed
Or edging into Genoch Moss
Still reaching for a hand that’s lost?
I fell between a thousand things
The cliff of dreams and rocks of truth
I flew upon a young fool’s wings
And though we mock it, life is youth
It’s by illusion we make sense
In swimming romance, in the dance
And in cliché and in our myths
And enigmatic songs like this
The road you chose was in the sun
And where you walked I chose to run
And where I stumbled you walked on
In dewy grass one endless dawn
And no, not there by falling moon
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poem by Jim Hogg
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