The Fading

The Fading I don’t remember which came first, the music or the lyrics. Looking back, perhaps they arrived hand in hand. It was an image. I’m not sure from where. Just a brief scene. Her by the fire, I in the room, reading or watching the fire; perhaps I was saying something. She heard what I said (or not), rose and turned to face me. She fingered her hair a little, then hesitated, as if she meant say something. But she said nothing. Instead she smiled, and vanished. Into thin air. ____________________ The Words: Silent by the fire you rose to retire slowly as you fingered your hair and then lingered and then you turned to me and you smiled at what you saw and what I saw was how you faded into leaving my heart in despair my eyes in awe Ulf Wolf January 1998/July 2005 Copyright © 2005 by Wolfstuff