...oh! such an image it was
as the light played across
the horizon, cutting through the mist
so that darkness no longer could exist...
...such a beautiful spectrum
unlike any painted scenery
what an organized conundrum
was this whole vicinity...
...how the colours merged
from such a bleak and distort
that animation just surged
as the night was forgot...
...between the black and the blue
came first violet, then pink, then red
then orange, as it too was fed
by so many other colours
some opaque, some translucent,
all somehow distinct from each other,
but unite in the present...
... and the ball of enlightenment
came up so gradually
through each crevice, building such excitement
life came so gradually
as the day would begin as casually
as it had the day previous
and time would re-begin as casually
but the ball would remain oblivious...
...so much hope had it brought
for those who did
and still others who had not even sought
to make there lives joyous and candid...
...so many would be born
as so many pass on
of earthly envy and scorn
still more would go on...
...but all would be so temporary
and soon die
like this moment and it's scenery
as the day, the dawn, passed by...

.....Oh! he remembered these thoughts
that lad now over his prime
who sat now rocking in this chair
with the youth no longer there
but still seeing this sight, after so much time
....he heard himself gasp in
as the vision set in....
....and it was his last breath
tears burned down his face
while death took it's merciless embrace.....