Swing Low (Richard’s Song) by Anthony Goertz, January 6th, 2012

If we’re ahead of our time

I will hold us back

I am a loser like that

No matter how close we climb

We’re still on different tracks

We are losers like that

When I swing low

I fear that I’m alone

When I swing high

I fear that it’s a ride

Swing low sweet chariot

May angels help to carry it

Because God knows I can’t

We bury you on a Tuesday

Not two week into of the first month of this doomsday year I’m afraid we might make it past I’m not afraid this year will not be our last chance To tell each other how much we used to love each other back when we were young enough to take it for granted.

When I sing low

I fear that I’m alone

And when I sing high

I fear that it’s a ride

Then I swing low

The moment I’m alone

And when I swing high

I fear it’s just a ride

This place

This place

They say this is the place that will inhabit you my town has become a city full of haunted avenues But haven’t you been the beams of light, Punctuating these short days and nights?

Haven’t you been the dividing lines?

Haven’t you seen the way the sunset colours cascade into the ends of the light Burning bright pink grapefruit into the blue-black night

It was you that made this place beautiful.

It was you who made this place bright.

This place feels empty without you.

We’ve all lost a little life.

 MISSING YOU AT CHRISTMAS

Every day without you since you had to go, is like summer without sunshine and winter without snow.
  I wish that I could talk to you, there is so much I would say.  Life has changed so very much since you went away.
  I miss the bond between us and I miss your kind support.
You are in my mind, in my heart, and every Christmas thought.
I'll always feel you close to me, and though you're far from sight, I'll search for you among the stars that shine on Christmas night.   
Love: Mom