Sunday, 31 August 2003

Lights

The sanctity
of society
depends
so much
on the color of
one light
shining through the
hardest rain.

Lighthouse
Stoplight
Beacon
Outright
Downright crazy
Toy's got you hazy
On the details
but you know.

Green for leaves
Red for my fire
Yellow for a sun
Blue for my eyes
My, how time
does seem to fly
when you're waiting
for the sun to die.

~~~~AEW~~~~

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