Eosophobia

It's interesting how we remember insignificant details of our past but not what we had for dinner yesterday. This evening during dinner, I spouted off the quadratic formula just because I could but I can't remember how many cups of flour I've added to the bread machine. I remember phone numbers of grade school friends, but I can't remember what today's date is. Below is another locked up memory. A melody imprisoned in my mind, a song that is no longer sung. This is really a piece of art that shouldn't be lost... I inspired it, but did not write it - I just don't want to see it forgotten.

"Fear of the Dawn"

You're there in my dreams undeniably true
Singing and taunting the whole night through
While unrelenting remarks of advice
Flow from you into me in the middle of the night

And you are a tower of sweet summer song
And I can't believe it, you're here all along
It's you in the darkness with me on the rail
And I can't believe it, you're here with me still

Cobwebs in corners and lampshades of blue
Doors open up and let me in with you
A window is opening up in your mind
Letting you know I was here all the time

And the trees are all lonely without you under them
And the sky will grow back and I'll die once again
Yes all will be lost if you don't stay with me
Be near me, be near me, for fear of the dawn

Leaves cracking underfoot making me scream
There's no telling what you might do in your dreams
If loneliness was my reality, believe
You might turn around and find no trace of me

And the trees are all lonely without you under them
And the sky will grow back and I'll die once again
Yes all will be lost if you don't stay with me
Be near me, be near me, for fear of the dawn

by JK - AKA the English Fireman (or Eskimo Friend)