cold hearted orb that rules the night
removes the colours from our sight
red is grey, and yellow white
but we decide which is right
and which is an illusion.
pinprick holes in a colourless sky
let incipient figures of light pass by
the mighty light of ten thousand suns
challenges infinity and is soon gone.
night time, to some, a brief interlude
to others, the fear of solitude
brave helios, wake up your steeds
bring us the warmth the country side needs.
(Moody Blues--the day begins)
Saturday, November 19, 2005
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