The Darkness of Light

Stepping into sun

Its warmth leaves fingers cold

Rays upon your face

Just make you feel so old


Breeze a gentle comfort

Ravages the soul

And the blue of sky

Staring, black as coal


Islands made of clouds

Make faces that haunt the mind

And under shade of Oak

Happiness goes blind


Bathed in moons rich glow

Terrors of the night

Stars that twinkle brightly

You can feel the devil bite


Compliments of friends

Taken as damnation

Invites to the party

Run to find salvation


For some light does not shine

Although it’s plain to see

For some it is but pleasure

But what of you and me


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