Heart of Darkness by Bob MacKenzie for Annie I watch the girl born to music dance softly along the periphery, where I reach for but I cannot touch my daughter, my Ann, my stolen life. Annie swings soft like a silver moth out of a black web of gossamer, swings to only briefly touch my heart but someone snatches her back from me. Annie dances out of the darkness, Annie stretches her arms out to me; I make my heart a net to save her but someone tears Annie from my love. Annie dances now through the darkness, dances sweet and mystic through my dreams, holds her hand to me so we may dance heart to heart through the light forever. Only I see the damp on her face, only I feel her heart dance so close, only I hear her cry to come home, as Annie born to music dances. Annie dances in some dark tower; dancing in some dark place, Annie cries and the pain in her heart pierces mine and I cry too but cannot save her. Something black has taken my Annie, has shackled me and hungers for more; may this black hunger devour itself, set Annie free to come home and dance. |