Night of the Sunlit Sky

Coming from the gothic trunk of forgotten dreams

A day will come when the night is lit by the sun

And forgotten dreams will morph into a forgotten songs

And a forgotten songs will dance their way into a symphony

By those floating on a sea of drunken consciousness

Those who pronounce soberness will be found with empty bottles

Asleep on the floor only to be woke by the frigid winds of eternal october

A symphony is sung by those who dance

Loosing them from the bonds of blindness

Only to have lost track of time

The symphony was the sun

in the hours eaten by the darkness

It was a like a mother's soft whisper

A little whisper of the truth that drove the dancing doves out of the darkness

(alliteration)

Dancing at the rhythm of the wind

Those drunk and the sober

Even the devil and the dove

Will sing the songs of the symphony hand in hand

on the night of the sunlight sky