In A World With No Sun.

Every attempt; every persistence to find a sunlit window panel,
Staring gazes between lovers eyes.
Caught in the memory of yesterday, long forgotten in past weeks,
Like atrocity under the dull, Grey skies.

Like an artist, with fingers running down the canvas;
Paint a picture with your creative mind; the fauvism technique.
Be my Pablo Picasso; paint me a Harmony In Red,
With your paintbrush running dry, creativity was never as sweet.

When the sun begins to fade out, and skies begin to darken,
Moonlit serenades hidden in the facades of nature.
My, my, mother nature, you are lacking in reality.
In all actuality, it repents on you, as your art begins to fracture.

As the dark comes out, the city comes alive;
Nothing poetic lives in the night anymore.
Monsters rave the neon lit streets; parading in massacres.
It is the art of a wild city; inhumane in its pure insanity form.

When the skies become Grey, and the moon rises in the sky;
That once gentle ray of the sun seems to perish; die.
The city monsters rapture about; roaming their night territories,
When there is a world with no sun in the sky.

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Copyright © 2007
February 6.
Christina Marie Hurley

Current music:
Soundtrack
"Once There Was The Sun"
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