Cloudless. Perfect.
The moon reborn
Perfet darkness
Pierced by a milky band
Biting cold
The crunch of snow
A well trod path
Marking where to go
Stars in their flight
Twinkling. Dancing.
Look up in the sky!
They're filling the black
with heavenly light
Stand on a hill
Watching heroes of old
A testament to their Creator
In each ancient form
Andromeda, Hercules
Orion the great
Cassiopeia, the Bears
And Boötes to shepherd them all
Under a canopy of lights
Shooting stars as they fall
Standing there in awe
In wonder of it all
Michael
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Brother in Arms
Proverbs.17.17
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Lights and Sounds
Colours play against a blank face
Red and blue and green and white
Chain him where he sits
Captured by lights and sounds
Drama's twists and soap opera sleaze
Captivate a dead imagination
As she rests, a slave to fantasy
Captured by lights and sounds
Tin-canned laughter,
Moans, jeers and groans
Bend a will to emotions not felt
Captured by lights and sounds
An Orwellian reality defined by whims
Of moguls who laugh as the world
Pays homage to a glowing oracle
Captured by lights and sounds
Michael
________________________________
Brother in Arms
Proverbs.17.17
Red and blue and green and white
Chain him where he sits
Captured by lights and sounds
Drama's twists and soap opera sleaze
Captivate a dead imagination
As she rests, a slave to fantasy
Captured by lights and sounds
Tin-canned laughter,
Moans, jeers and groans
Bend a will to emotions not felt
Captured by lights and sounds
An Orwellian reality defined by whims
Of moguls who laugh as the world
Pays homage to a glowing oracle
Captured by lights and sounds
Michael
________________________________
Brother in Arms
Proverbs.17.17
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