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 ...