Frankie

Things we fly away from, some won't make sunset, scattered sundered gone, my spirit's gifts are few, bring astonished wonder, mouth a whispered thank you, one of them sings C'mon, fight fire and distant thunder, show us why we run, among some unwashed crew, feel myself crumble, always listen to the news, what price this throng, beyond our daily jumble, hear just one lovely song, fighting bitter feuds, how the world slumbers, we taste an illicit brew, night winds sing forever, my arms hold my lover, on his sleeve chance number, my face a sweet mirror.