She had lived in her lonely illusions Since she first came to know of life’s lies When she first watched the sun set in silence Beneath crowded vermilion skies, Where the rain fell in multi clad colours Just like rainbows afraid of the dawn She had thought in the depths of her innocence That a new story was being born.
As the day slipped away into evening And the sun wrapped itself with the shade There seemed so much of hypnotic beauty Through the rosy red glasses she’d made, The night crept with spirits that craved for the moon Though it slept in the quilt of the night There were questions and answers that wait patiently For the very first call of dawn’s light.
She stepped out of her garment of shadows And her eyes seemed to smile once again As she searched in surprise through dawn’s wonderful skies For the sun had climbed clear of the rain, She was clouded in diamonds, adrift on green seas And she sang of her hopes and her dreams For a day that starts grey and then tip toes away Is a page that’s not all that it seems…
The rapture was on prowl to get the believers. You knew what you should not have known about the baby blue. Aphasia, experiences an impulsive violence, beyond the dead. Bionic hands to capture the moment of swapping uremia with swastika.