Light of Night

Flaring sparks of color flying through the darkened sky.
Illuminating all the tears they never wished to cry.
Hot and humid holidays disguise their awesome pain.
They used to dance and play within a cool and misty rain.

Scandalized, the faces of surprise.
Vandalized, the innocence of eyes.
The liberty that used to be
is hanging, limp and faded,
wishing only for a breeze
of fair and fresher air.

Sparkling, the light of dreams
flying on in quickly fading streams.
Fight the feel of darkness closing in.
Whirl around and make it spin.
The dance is all there is.

Flaring sparks of color flying through the darkened sky.
Illuminating all the tears they never wished to cry.
Hot and humid holidays disguise their awesome pain.
What good the light of night without the love...?

? Michaelette ?

6/30/2002
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