As the candle slowly burns

And the day turns… into a night

Clouds gather ‘round in the rain

As the cries wipe out the light!

…

All heralds to something new…

Something magical that is being viewed (by me)

In colours never ending… we can believe!

In tones forever lasting… the raindrops leave…

And the pernoctation

Is felt within the vision

So that we… could be reborn

So that there would be… No cries… anymore