Lengthening shadows, a Past display
The Present, silhouetted by starlight,
What more can anyone, ever, say
Who knows the contours of next morning’s light.
Tread on clouds, but, gently so
Whenever you’re lost in dreams,
The flaky stuff not used to weight
Softly, flow those fluffy streams.
Dreams, shattered by the morning light
The phantom of Dawn a spirit unique,
The piercing rays of the Sun all bright
Silence, disapproves all manner of speak.
Transient, is the nature of applause
Though nothing, really, is eternal,
Action, always looks for cause
Fires, not only hellish, all infernal.
Life’s a journey you walk alone
Wending your way through the throng,
The melody yours and you sing it
It’s no one else’s Song.
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