ARTIST Poem: Nightsong, by Lance Mazmanian

(Anonymously Written for Sting, Homage To His “Dream of the Blue Turtles”)

I walk in an agonized spiral
I’m brooding for something insane
The spectres of living are with me
They chide me and ride me to pain.

Through windows the city breathes nightsong
And still it seems eons away
The Lights of the Dark are well living
And I should want to belong to their rays.

But still I’m alone
Inside this great home.

The curtain is blazing with starlight
The night speaks of wanting for day
The tantrum of faraway storm-burst
Seeks my ear as its sub-sonic prey.

Yes I stand in this house, a loner
The rooms wrap around me in vain.
There’s no one I’d care to ring-up, now
No comfort to find for my brain.

In colour of dawn comes the longing
The end of the night and its song.
Another goodbye and removal
With tea standing hot into long.