Death Keeps Knocking At The Door

death keeps knocking at the door it is faith that helps me fend it off i grasp the sunshine with frail fingers the sun in the tail of a tropical dusk the clouds float between the light it plays hide and seek in a last game rain breaks away at the other range in the arc of a multi hued hope another conflagration of life flutters by thousands and thousands of bats dance in successive wave of rapture over the sky now flared in so many colours scarlet, amber, blue and white name me tchaikosky, name me brahms, name me mozart, name me strauss a black solitude dilutes over the heaven as they break free from the tangle of deep damp caves one family after the other there is a wistful screech of an eagle returning among the hills it echoes the last swirl of wine spouting short and crisp from a bottle of endearment meeting face to face with the facts of life