Madder Mortem

Like a rolling tide
Like a gentle slide
nears the point where you and I converge
I won't have you say
that my wilful ways
is a vast new land just now emerging
You know what I am
I'm the fire you thought you'd lost
I'm that breathless touch of frost
The one spell that will endure
The cancer and now the cure
And you seem to find
a pleasant peace of mind
in the fact that I'd take on the world for you
Does it strike you then,
when you withdraw again,
that it might be worth your while to see it through?
Make a leap of faith
Trust the riddles and the signs
Cross that cold, forbidding line
Find the trail between the words
and chase down what you have stirred