The Morning and The Late Lament

The Morning
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight,
Red is gray and yellow white,
But we decide which is right,
And which is illusion.

Pinprick holes in a cloudless sky,
Let insipid figures of light pass by,
The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
Challenges infinity and is soon gone.

Nighttime, to some a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude.
Brave Helios, wake up your steeds,
Bring the warmth the countryside needs.

– Graeme Edge (The Moody Blues, Days of Future Passed)

The Late Lament
Breathe deep the gathering doom,
Watch lights fade from every room,
Bed-sitter people look back and lament,
Another days’ useless energy spent.

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none,
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens which they were young.

Cold-hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight,
Red is gray and yellow white,
But we decide which is right,
And which is illusion.

– Graeme Edge (The Moody Blues, Days of Future Passed)

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