I'm not a poet, I'm a musician. I have music for this. I composed it for Trilly, the woman who shoved me to write. I wish with all my heart she had not gone gentle into that good night. I wish she'd had the strength to fight the dying of the light. I'll light a candle to light her way and I wish her peace. this just hasn't left my head since I heard about her. A fighter, I met her on Star trek, where we had fights against the bigots. She was warm and friendly and I had missed her lately. I ran into her on ats and on senad and was happy to see her. So rage damnit, rage against the dying of the light. And I light a candle so that light doesn't die, rememberance, life what have you.
My condolances to Conrad, Trilen et al.
DO NOT
GO GENTLY
INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightening they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, less, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
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