potato
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 14, 2004
- Messages
- 910
Night sky, light on the horizon.
Dwindling. A sunset uncertain
of what it is to become.
Night.
Turns all to silhouttes,
the multiplicities of day
shrinking with the light
to monochrome.
My head is buzzing
with a thousand frequencies
and knows no force to reduce them.
Complexities remain complex
By night or day.
Life's full spectrum unleashed.
Dazzles.
But in those colours
lies hope.
Dwindling. A sunset uncertain
of what it is to become.
Night.
Turns all to silhouttes,
the multiplicities of day
shrinking with the light
to monochrome.
My head is buzzing
with a thousand frequencies
and knows no force to reduce them.
Complexities remain complex
By night or day.
Life's full spectrum unleashed.
Dazzles.
But in those colours
lies hope.
