Rage Against the Dying of the Light

Before I die, take me to the place where we wrote our names wrong, but they shared a space Branches and leaves gathered between where you are right now and where I wanna be Between earth and sky, we'll build a fire so high they'll turn all the lights out And all will sing: "I am alive, I deserve to be" Not getting quiet, swallowing age But bless those sharp tears But rage and burn, and turn all those lights out before it gets warm Always compressing days Spending long out of time with no one else sorry for the outage Haven’t you ever been set out and miscounted, frail and fully compromised? Sharing a meal at a table your friends built We reach for the salt with our arms wet