I is for Insomnolence

Image: Depression by Ekaterina Myroniuk @ saatchiart.com

An attempt to produce a poem or story from now until the end of April (except Sundays).
The theme for the 2022 A to Z Challenge is the human condition.


Sleep, little one, sleep
Let me chase away your demons
For I am the guardian of the night
And with me to protect you
To envelop you and hold you
Sleep will come to you again

Wake, little one, wake
Shake off your chemical slumber
For I am the morning star
And my light will carry you
Guide you, and support you
If you awaken unto me

Depend on us and trust in us
Do not spurn us, but embrace us
For are we not your friends
Our one desire to help you
Think of life without us
And remember it if you can

Song Lyric Sunday: Omega is the End of The Line

The prompt for Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adams is Endless/Eternity/Everlasting/Forever/Infinity/Omega.
The song must contain one of these words in either the title or the lyrics.

My choice this week is Fruit Tree by Nick Drake, an English singer and songwriter. He suffered from severe depression and died in 1974 from an overdose. He was only 26. Whether his death was an accident or suicide has never been fully resolved.

Drake achieved little recognition in his lifetime and left a legacy of only three albums, but each one is a poetic gem of aching beauty. His unusual guitar tunings add to the haunting lyricism of his compositions.

His work is wistful, melancholic, and often harrowing. And sometimes prescient, the song Fruit Tree envisages fame coming only after death.

Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound.
It can never flourish
‘Til its stock is in the ground
So men of fame
Can never find a way
‘Til time has flown
Far from their dying day

Forgotten while you’re here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much outdated style

Life is but a memory
Happened long ago
Theatre full of sadness
For a long forgotten show
Seems so easy
Just to let it go on by
‘Til you stop and wonder
Why you never wondered why

Safe in the womb
Of an everlasting night
You find the darkness can
Give the brightest light
Safe in your place deep in the earth
That’s when they’ll know what you were really worth
Forgotten while you’re here
Remembered for a while
A much updated ruin
From a much outdated style

Fame is but a fruit tree
So very unsound
It can never flourish
‘til it’s stock is in the ground
So men of fame
Can never find a way
‘Til the time has flown
Far from their dying day

Fruit tree, fruit tree
No-one knows you but the rain and the air
Don’t you worry
They’ll stand and stare when you’re gone

Fruit tree, fruit tree
Open your eyes to another year
They’ll all know
That you were here when you’re gone

Songwriters: Nick Drake
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Notes: The poet and musician Molly Drake is his mother and the actor Gabrielle Drake his sister.