Colin Vearncombe (Black)

Radio Silence

Colin Vearncombe (Black)


Beneath the radar
The sun, moon and stars
I am breathing, waiting not only to inhale
I am a form forgotten
The reaching out and touching; the duetting
To harmonise with stars as I am breathing
Seeking not only to inhale

Breathing
I will scorch the heaving clamour with the
Stillness of breathing
Driven by the beauty or its’ lacking
There’s no going back here

Beneath the radar
I am stronger than I seem as I lay reeling
Waiting not only to exhale one wild guess

Breathing
I will scorch the heaving clamour with the
Stillness of breathing
Driven by the beauty of its’ lacking
There’s no going back here