A poem by an Australian poet put to the music of JOHN SOKOLOFF.
No Stairway to Heaven
In the day I walk alien streets
Watching a world that moves in circles;
Past moves into present
Present into future;
The wheel turns
Leaving us all alone
To loiter through distant memories.
Memory takes me to other circles;
How we both lingered in locked yards,
Walking in silence,
Surrounded by razor-wire and loneliness;
We could only exchange
We did not dare to acknowledge each other.
Day after day
Around the yard we walked
Seeing in each other's face
That dark presence
That shadowed us both.
Now I leave home at midnight
Walking deserted back-streets
I abide in darkness;
From here I must find the way
To place that exists no longer.
Circumstance and fate are the cords
That bind my lonely heart
Circumstance and fate
Leave me stranded
To tread out this solitary path
I follow an inner remembrance.
This story told by the heart
Will always be a woeful tale.
There is no cure for being human.
I sit here at old places
Glancing back to a time past
That still remains within the heart,
Within the brain;
I give each sequence meaning.
My life is enclosed in these vast spaces.
What seemed solid then
Becomes fluid now
I look for the progression
That has brought me here;
Each random event is ordered,
Made sense out of,
Only after it has past:
This day finds me in the Cave
Evening fades into the non-distinction of night.
Day into evening, evening into night
I slip into absurdity,
Chance, madness, the inconceivable
Engulf my heart
All send me spiraling towards silence.
Vague intuitions tug at my heart;
These storm-swept impressions
Linger on the surface of consciousness.
They move around a still-point;
This point beyond conception
Gives a sense of completeness to life
Away from a fragmented world
It calls us back to a unity.
Movements form patterns
Each one complete and repeated
My gaze lingers in this world
Where meaning moves
Between distant hearts;
It remains illusive
Except in the eyes of another;
Sometimes a sparkle turns
Into a blazing light;
These times are rare.
Most times the world is shattered
By this mirror;
Such are the distances between us.
Except when one eye meets another,
Then a spark becomes a blazing light
That surrounds each beating heart.