|by the SSE Hydro in Glasgow|
On the beach, in the dead of night, we sit around the campfire. Our shadows silently rage in the sand. The shadows are always looming, aren't they? Wherever I go, they follow me, but they never quite reach.
Or how about when your skin is so wet from perspiration, it glistens;
Or even when the cold, hard metal of the lab table gleams.
Our eyes hungrily drink up the light.
I go about my life
As though your light will never lose its fire.
As though you have a plan.
You're not afraid, so nor are we.