It’s Too Late When We Die…

Goodness.

I came home an hour ago.

Had a big, fat dance and then noticed it was 11pm and I’d not yet blogged today.

Shit.

And somewhat ironic as I’d planned to write about discipline.

Haha.

Oops.

But not entirely unqualified. In that, I’ve had a marvelous afternoon with an old friend I’ve not seen in some three years. An old friend that I met at uni in Melbourne. A writer. A psychologist. A special spirit.

And as such, I am now full.

So let me give me you this before bed:

Suddenly the night has grown colder
The God of love preparing to depart
Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder
They slip between the sentries of the heart

Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure
They gain the light, they formlessly entwine
And radiant beyond your widest measure
They fall among the voices and the wine

It’s not a trick, your senses, all deceiving
A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost

Even though she sleeps upon your satin
Even though she wakes you with a kiss
Do not say the moment was imagined
Do not stoop to strategies like this

As someone long prepared for this to happen
Go firmly to the window, drink it in
Exquisite music, Alexandra laughing
Your first commitments tangible again

And you who had the honor of her evening
And by that honor had your own restored
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving
Alexandra leaving with her Lord

Even though she sleeps upon your satin
Even though she wakes you with a kiss
Do not say the moment was imagined
Do not stoop to strategies like this

As someone long prepared for the occasion
In full command of every plan you wrecked
Do not choose a coward’s explanation
That hides behind the cause and the effect

And you who were bewildered by a meaning
Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost

Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost…

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One Response to “It’s Too Late When We Die…”
  1. artandhistory says:

    This song is so wonderful and powerful that just reading the words and hearing it in my head chokes me up. Fine poetry, and the echo of Cavafy makes it all the richer.

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