the briefest moment now of golden light
sun falling with great haste into the sea
without preamble we learn it is night
the tropic day is often falsely bright
and gives us such a sense of being free
the briefest moment now of golden light
the stars can't guide us on a path that's right
we aren't provided with a way to see
the briefest moment now of golden light
no doubt that we are in a sudden plight
and this is not a proper place to be
without preamble we learn it is night
there is no reason here for fuss or fight
but each is filled with a deep urge to flee
the briefest moment now of golden light
still none of us has cause to be contrite
there's nothing in the dark to disagree
the briefest moment now of golden light
without preamble we learn it is night
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
13 April 2008
evening at stanmore
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