Sunday, October 02, 2005
Imprint in my head
The early morning silence,
the rainbow clouds.
The perfect sunrise,
in a quiet town.
The sound of scarce traffic,
the first light of day.
I think of the present,
the past and the future.
Your image appears,
it never fades.
The picture in a frame,
the imprint in my head.
I believe the future will never take,
this picture away.
For its beauty should stay,
and never fleet away.
the rainbow clouds.
The perfect sunrise,
in a quiet town.
The sound of scarce traffic,
the first light of day.
I think of the present,
the past and the future.
Your image appears,
it never fades.
The picture in a frame,
the imprint in my head.
I believe the future will never take,
this picture away.
For its beauty should stay,
and never fleet away.
Night
The silence of the night prevails,
from what might seem a sorry sight.
The motors roar a rowdy cheer,
the empty streets with neon light.
The vanity of the night unveils,
the sorry drunks from lonesome sinners.
Will this be his lucky night?
The hunter waits to get his dinner.
from what might seem a sorry sight.
The motors roar a rowdy cheer,
the empty streets with neon light.
The vanity of the night unveils,
the sorry drunks from lonesome sinners.
Will this be his lucky night?
The hunter waits to get his dinner.
Thunder and Lightning
Watch how night turns to day,
as fear pounces at each strike.
See the light come and go,
teasing your senses like a game.
Catch the neverending race,
as sound chases light.
The battle of Thor and Odin,
the eternal fight for pride
Are they blood,
or are they tears?
From the sky,
it falls along cries of war
as fear pounces at each strike.
See the light come and go,
teasing your senses like a game.
Catch the neverending race,
as sound chases light.
The battle of Thor and Odin,
the eternal fight for pride
Are they blood,
or are they tears?
From the sky,
it falls along cries of war
