I've loved every minute of it
The whole day was splendid, magnificent and
It could've been a bad day, but it wasn't.
It doesn't even matter what I did before, does it?
So -
What is it about the last rays?
Cut through the clouds as sun downs half way
Beckon the night to rise like a calling
Slow on the descent the sun slips, falling.
Some silence - sun sighs in asylum
Inside of the sky the night slides out of hiding.
Sight is so exciting
The moon might make a move, to do life right by its abiding.
And I am riding on the rhythm of the wind
The cool breeze hitting on the surface of the skin
And it sends pins and needles, I feel it till I grin.
A feeling like a healing rush, hush from within.
Hush from within.
Quiet for a moment.
Alone with the universe as it opens.
And the infinitesimal dots of the stars penetrate.
Bars resonate, darkness regenerates.
Hard to then relate to the great vast s***e
As it bends, imperceptibly a fast pace.
But I face it with both feet forward.
I look to the stars as my breath moves towards it.
The end of the course, of course unimportant.
Learning from the journey is the source of the fortune.
I'm sorting the world, array of the origins.
The nightforce, born again pointing to the morning.
The night is born and I escort it to the morning.
The last rays are the night's forewarning.
And I was scorned for it.
To see the sunset fade though was fortunate.
~
The evening serenades me
Displays an array like a fading painting.
The same things that occur every other night.
My brain makes things blur in another light.
Try to explain, I can't, words can't reach.
Slurred speech as my nerves burn, mind breached
As I reach for an adjective.
Imaginative with additives is all I can manage to give.
For these adages at best need a catalyst
Further a***ysis confirms the amalgamous
Yeah - meaning a blend of the senses.
Mixed emotions and thoughts co-dependence.
To go and end this would be so reckless,
Abandonment, man, it seems so relentless.
So be it then, this pensive sentence
It bends in another way, we're splayed defenceless.
Hence the sunset bliss as an interlude
To an endless - mix of the dimmer hues
Face of the night as it's veiled by the galaxy
The pale cheek of the moon shines gallantly
I often dream that the pallor sheen goes
As a silver satellite gallops by like a palomino
I see no evil in the nightmare moon.
But only Luna's melancholy cries so soon.
~
And my eyes don't swoon like they used to.
It'll take more than the dark to seduce you.
You've been reduced to the second fiddle sister.
That, and her prodigy has already convinced her
To be the gap between sunset and nightfall.
Ascended to the throne as an heir, rightful?
So be mindful, she strikes when the time's right.
The last rays of the day, known as Twilight.
The whole day was splendid, magnificent and
It could've been a bad day, but it wasn't.
It doesn't even matter what I did before, does it?
So -
What is it about the last rays?
Cut through the clouds as sun downs half way
Beckon the night to rise like a calling
Slow on the descent the sun slips, falling.
Some silence - sun sighs in asylum
Inside of the sky the night slides out of hiding.
Sight is so exciting
The moon might make a move, to do life right by its abiding.
And I am riding on the rhythm of the wind
The cool breeze hitting on the surface of the skin
And it sends pins and needles, I feel it till I grin.
A feeling like a healing rush, hush from within.
Hush from within.
Quiet for a moment.
Alone with the universe as it opens.
And the infinitesimal dots of the stars penetrate.
Bars resonate, darkness regenerates.
Hard to then relate to the great vast s***e
As it bends, imperceptibly a fast pace.
But I face it with both feet forward.
I look to the stars as my breath moves towards it.
The end of the course, of course unimportant.
Learning from the journey is the source of the fortune.
I'm sorting the world, array of the origins.
The nightforce, born again pointing to the morning.
The night is born and I escort it to the morning.
The last rays are the night's forewarning.
And I was scorned for it.
To see the sunset fade though was fortunate.
~
The evening serenades me
Displays an array like a fading painting.
The same things that occur every other night.
My brain makes things blur in another light.
Try to explain, I can't, words can't reach.
Slurred speech as my nerves burn, mind breached
As I reach for an adjective.
Imaginative with additives is all I can manage to give.
For these adages at best need a catalyst
Further a***ysis confirms the amalgamous
Yeah - meaning a blend of the senses.
Mixed emotions and thoughts co-dependence.
To go and end this would be so reckless,
Abandonment, man, it seems so relentless.
So be it then, this pensive sentence
It bends in another way, we're splayed defenceless.
Hence the sunset bliss as an interlude
To an endless - mix of the dimmer hues
Face of the night as it's veiled by the galaxy
The pale cheek of the moon shines gallantly
I often dream that the pallor sheen goes
As a silver satellite gallops by like a palomino
I see no evil in the nightmare moon.
But only Luna's melancholy cries so soon.
~
And my eyes don't swoon like they used to.
It'll take more than the dark to seduce you.
You've been reduced to the second fiddle sister.
That, and her prodigy has already convinced her
To be the gap between sunset and nightfall.
Ascended to the throne as an heir, rightful?
So be mindful, she strikes when the time's right.
The last rays of the day, known as Twilight.