Heart of Darkness

This is the text from the first movement of James Syler's Symphony No. 1, "Blue". You can find the rest of the text here.

I. Impending Blue

“Mistah Kurtz – he dead.”

Libera me, Domine             (Deliver me, O Lord)
Libera nos, Domine             (Deliver us, O Lord)

When night descends on a turning world
I hear the distant beat
of impending blue.

I sit staring, nervously
stirring coffee into a still point
waiting as one makes way for another.

I close my eyes, slowly
knowing what to expect
a quiet terror approaching out of time.

I inhale you, you consuming color
as you roll over me
a march of impending blue.

What keeps you from turning back?
Or blue from turning black?

Libera me, Domine             (Deliver me, O Lord)
Libera nos, Domine             (Deliver us, O Lord)

Sipping hot black coffee
on a night of blue pursuit
a stone cold sober
of the cruelest kind