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Bright Eyes- burning like fire…

Bright eyes
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?

I struggle to escape grief- as mentioned before- watching old reruns and the military channel doesn’t always help- the brain still segues- but there are times I can watch Graham Norton and his shows and be entertained in my unreal “real world”-

Wednesday being the third of November– I desperately need an escape for just a few minutes- surely “I’d do Anything..” the hunt for a Nancy for Oliver in the West End should be pretty safe, after all since it aired in 2008 I already knew the ending !

No! I was dragged back to grief , missing, the unbearable pain of being – kicking and screaming by a little blonde Oliver singing “Bright Eyes”- I had heard that song over and over and over and over for so much of Chris childhood.

Chris, when he was little loved the movie Watership Down. Seeing that movie years later on cable , I must admit maybe it wasn’t the most appropriate animation for a young child but thinking about it , we have wolves eating grandmothers ( Red Riding Hood)- children being stuffed into ovens to be cooked ( Hansel and Gretel) and Giant’s eating English men- Fe Fi Fo Fum

Chris would be glued to the television and would play the video all day if I let him. The song Bright Eyes became part of our daily routine, the soundtrack by Garfunkel a staple.

When Chris died and I was “finding “ his life- I opened a small box of “treasures from his childhood” he had obviously kept – in it was the video of Watership Down. This video tape which would probably disintegrate if played has a special place . I know where it is and try to ignore its calling but when a child sang and the music touched my heart and tears fell- all fairy stories came to an end.

Bright Eyes

Is it a kind of dream
Floating out on the tide
Following the river of death downstream
Oh, is it a dream?

There’s a fog along the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody seems to know where you go
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?

Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes

Is it a kind of shadow
Reaching into the night
Wandering over the hills unseen
Or is it a dream?

There’s a high wind in the trees
A cold sound in the air
And nobody ever knows when you go
And where do you start
Oh, into the dark

Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes

Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes

November 8, 2010 at 7:36 am 2 comments


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