Fading Away

Walk with me Through the mournful air, Past the jumbled heaps, Where the desperate need to love Reaches out for the moments I've left behind. Could this be the beginning Of the final bell tolling, Echoing a weary sound? Will that be enough in itself- To hear voices from the past, Calling out for me and you? And surely, If that can't be enough, If there won't be time To think of what it will mean... When deception finds a friend In the streets, Will I be less than human to expect more? What is this deception in the streets? Who is it that's afraid In the irridescent shade? Will he be naked and trembling When you find him, With only memories to share In the most helpless way? While I wait for the breeze to come, To sting the air unnoticed, To send regret into motion, Will I see you with shaking hands- Imperfect, Yet suddenly tender? And the desperate need to love Awakens at once on the lonely streets. Talk with me Along these narrow streets, Where I've walked a thousand times; Never sure if I would find myself, Or if I would destroy Whoever was standing last. Who is that person standing In the heavy air, With the final bell tolling? Can I assume he is like everyone else- With his face looking away, His eyes empty and lost, Or are the streets Without a form of loneliness Anyone can feel? Can he be the one I've betrayed, Or am I confused, A disbelieving fool? And could the need to love Reveal more than a stare From me to you? For if there was a final word, One last conversation, Would I pick up the pieces of my life, Listen for the silence to come, And then suddenly, At once, Feel myself fading away?