Pretend You Alive

by BlueSteelRanger

Please do forgive the formatting... In the wake of the great Leonard Nimoy's passing, I realize I am probably not alone amongst the thousands of fans who still weep at night. Who still wish, or might pretend that we did not lose a beacon of humankind. 'Til all are One, beloved hero.

Pretend You Alive

When sound turns to silence
Day-colour I will never know turns

To muted, hollow gray
And all that remains are echoes

Echoes
Echoes
Echoes

In the past

Show me, show me not the cold reality
when I want to be a child and pretend
Pretend you Alive.

Carry me, Voices, carry me
Carry me to where you speak

Speak strong for me, speak
Speak clear for me, speak

Sweet voice, Grandfather, Father, Brother

Echo not from afar, sweet voice
from the distant past and near present
Little shards, oh little shards of sound

Of memory
Speak, little shards

And echo

And let me be a child
Let me listen to your sounding call
Let me pretend you Alive.

Dust, you deserve not dust
Silence, you deserve not silence
Mere echoes of you, mere echoes of a man

A man I heard so clearly not long ago
And so a terribly long while
A long while back
I heard, I listened

To the Echoes
Echoes
Echoes

I listened to you
listened to you long ago

I listened again and heard the same
beautiful words

Is it any wonder, then that

I desire, I dream and I wish

To be a child again, and listen
To make-believe and hold as you held
To pretend you Alive?

I loathe to let the echoes fade
So I will pretend you Alive.

I fear a world with you not in it
So I will pretend you Alive.

I am an adult, I am a child
And I will pretend you Alive.

Shadows escape me
Echoes elude me
Speech beyond me

Father
Brother
Grandfather

Hero
Beloved of so many

I think I am not alone when
I hear your call

So I will listen to you

And pretend you Alive.