Updated: Jul 5
Whilst there is no day light.
Out I come to play,
Dancing in a most peculiar way.
I sing a song that haunts the skies,
A vison, that'll burn you eyes.
Never seen or heard such sounds,
As those I draw up from the ground.
The sounds of sight,
The sight of sound.
Full and rich,
The universe that rings my tune,
The sounds of love forgotton soon.
For soon the sun shows signs of life.
Misty dreams fade from sight.
Lost in the night.
Morning wake in fright.
This is my delight.