Meet me in the shadow

Get into the Silence and echo

Stand behind a transparent shield

Fading out and longing to be

Play Hide and seek with science and ego

Scan and bind the scars you can heal

Peer between the fingers at the screen

Clouds are painting bows and arrows

Skies are flying crows and sparrows

Swarm behind your eyes and standing by my side

Clouds are painting bows and arrows

Skies are flying crows and sparrows

Read between the deep lines of your palm

Meet me in the shadow

Shades on your face are broad and narrow

Fall into the Elysian Fields

Testing out the comfort of your sleep

Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.