Flowers ripple in the sun,
Life through the death of souls,
And all know,
The day of Night has come
The moon as bright as any star,
One life, teardrop of the universe,
Listen to the seeing you have come to hear,
Of flowers that ripple in the sun,
Leftover angels drift through the air,
Bringing the touch of lightning fingers,
Stardust to the soul
Bringer of bitter clarity
Night of foretelling
See the future as the past
That which has yet to happen
Part of a simplistic memory
I give this seeing,
The hopes, the letdowns,
For you to live with
To do with as you like
Day of Night, Day of Night
Finger of lightning stardust,
This one day I may share
The glorious pain of the future. |
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