Perhaps when curtains lace the sky in sunset's purple robe
and all the coolness perpetrates your corner of the globe
or when the stars begin to shine
their stories for to tell,
You'll see a world you never saw
twixt heaven and twixt hell.
The verbal referendum
of the madness of the day
to the teaching of forever
must soon or late give way
where Love relates it's secrets
to the calm, who willing, hear
and the rose and violet sunset points to something to revere.
Drag not the daily madness
to your living room at night
where contrasts dull to flatness
in your artificial light.
For somewhere there waits for you
in the stillness out beyond
a lover in the twilight who can bring a lasting bond.
Hermetically they strip them down
and comfort them with lies
of wealth and health and wisdom,
those who natural things despise.
And desolate and naked,
the richest of them go
unto their wretched businesses and never will they know.