I dance with death

Every day.

He greets me,

Expecting me to

Come and see him,

As I have so often before,

And now do again.

He takes me

By the hand

And leads me

In his dance.

There is no music

But the sound of

His words.

As they drum

Off my ears.

I can’t hear him

I can’t see him

I can’t move.

Because

I am lost

In darkness

But he takes me

And he speaks to me.

Without words,

Without meaning.

But the feeling I get

When he pushes me

Away.

And I am thrown

Into the pain of life

Again.

But I know

And he knows

That I will visit him

Again

Soon.

Eddy Blume

Come, walk with me

And I’ll show you, all you could be.

A speaker, whose heart is heard beating through the veins of nations.

A listener, who can catch a tear before it falls and stop a jump before it’s gone.

A shadow, to be there as the backbone of the body, holding a hand.

A beacon, to see another’s darkness and illuminate the path and be their guide.

Look at all the things we could do

Together

Now you can see,

Why you shouldn’t give up on me.

I was given to you, I am a gift

And I give you the present.

Eddy Blume 17/10/21