Tuesday, 2 March 2010

Gifts of Light

It was just another day,
But something changed;
The sun seemed naked on
Clouds so bountifully
Timid; light was all but
Ripped from its foundations!

Every sound was very hectic
On ventured goings seemed
Calculated; understanding
Was completely faked; no
Lies seemed enough from
Those onlookers validated!

All pieces of mind shattered
Mostly in glassy thoughts;
Trickery was assuredly needed;
Thinking fervently salivated
From every stranger convinced,
But what was this eternity?