When I travelled below,
With only my songs,
I felt no fear,
Because I had no responsibility.
Returning as the sole guide,
I stared at the path ahead.
Imagining each awful possibility,
That might await us - both -
If I failed.
My love twisted into fear.
What grew from an urge to protect,
Suffocated us.
As we drew closer to the light,
I realised we'd never feel safe.
We were compelled to look back,
At the horrors we scraped past.
Or let that festering within us,
Immobilise us completely.
My destiny, through myth,
Turned into anxiety in us all.

The stray dog watches me.
Tongue draped sideways.
Under the dancing shadows,
Cast by dusty olive trees.
The wind blows, across my
Lyre strings. Distant memories
stirring, but I cannot dwell.
Once, when I doubted, I looked
behind and deep regret has
plagued me since.
I am a shell.

Don't get me wrong,
I am glad he came back,
I just didn't expect it, that's
all, what with me being
dead and that. I've not had
many other boyfriends. I think
you might be right. He always seemed
more keen on his singing than hanging
out with me. It was always "here's another
song I've written". Of course it was flattering,
at first, when he wrote songs for me.
But now it's like he doesn't even want
to know me. He won't even look round, he just marches off in front all the time...

love led blind, through barren paths
ever stepping back towards
a singularity of fear
to question makes
it disappear
can someone believe
without questions
without answers
that's not what lovers
in hungered trances
can pretend - it's not enough
even Gods aren't made
of stuff that tough

yes - it's me, don't be afraid
let me guide you
towards the light

you'll feel yourself again
once we're oustside
under the sky

I so want to touch
you but i can't
promises, I

watch, there's a gap here
stay close
won't

I tried to look but
shouldn't, I knew
but I couldn't

follow me, do not fear
please believe me and stay near

walk behind, all the way
I'm alive, so cannot stay

I will sing, once outside
you'll be with me, at my side

make a sound - are you there?
for a moment, I dispaired

when you left, my world died
thinking of you, trapped inside

almost there now, can you see?
I can't believe, you'll soon be free

I can't hear - are you there?
just a shadow, fleeting where

the dark and groaning dead
treading silent without end