Quote:
Originally Posted by GeoffC
Brilliant in full sight
of shocking moon;
cold and white
as like full noon;
reflects its light
both day and night.
Hardened by age
worn down it breaks;
no longer locked in cage
nor sired; it snakes
across the open stage
older than the wisest sage.
In time will cease to grow
nor light reflect;
nor to flow
no longer checked;
no more ice nor snow
no longer slow.
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Nice work Goeff...this immediately made me think of The Moody Blues
and their Days Of Future Passed (
http://www.bobspixels.com/kaibab.org/moodies/mxdays.htm ):
The Day Begins
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight,
Red is gray and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
Pinprick holes in a colourless sky,
Let insipid figures of light pass by,
The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
Challenges infinity and is soon gone.
Night time, to some a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude.
Brave Helios wake up your steads,
Bring the warmth the countryside needs.