
When red sun drops and cooling night rolls in
Darkness masks both danger and our vision
Ancient minds fear day won’t come again
Courage for the delicate seems thin
We wrestle with our indecision
When sun drops and night rolls darkly in
But now , new stricken by a dread of sin
Who shall aid the souls derision?
Our ancient minds fears day won’t come again
When we sleep we we’re entertained within
Deft dreams squander all illusion
When the sun drops and the night rolls in
In reverie we’e loved and so open
Then fancy turns to full communion
While ancient minds fear day wont come again
And so it was that our own life began
When sperm leaped up in proud confusion.
When deep sun dropped and a new night rolled in
When ancient hearts cried Day shall come again”
That young lady is a poem worth diamonds. Loved it.
Thanks so much,Mike.I value your judgement