I watched the sunrise once,
with the aura of a dream,
while poison paints the metaphor,
of the suns radiant beams,
where nature is the master,
the mother of all time,
creator of the love we share,
and the thought behind the mind.
The truth is hidden in the stars,
with a story of whats to come,
12 signs of the great Year,
that undo all thats been done,
in the midst of an auburn twilight,
the blue moon starts to fade,
consuming the glory of the night
to break for the ever rising day. |
Submission Name: Those Flashing Lights
