Hamilton, Ont. Canada
In iridescent glow of night,
When thoughts are fleeting through the void,
How many dreams have lived and died?
How many have their faith destroyed?
How many arms are reaching high?
As though a branch of oaken tree,
That seem to touch the starry sky,
Forever reaching to be free.
How many children are conceived?
By love, by lust or by design,
When others for their dead must grieve
And cannot rest their weary mind.
How many pray unto a god?
In dire plea of wants fulfilled,
With folded hands like iron wrought,
And hope that fear can thus be stilled.
How many seekers are about?
Who prance beneath the silver moon?
And chant their worship to the clouds
But hide by day in darkened rooms.
The iridescent glow of night
Encaptures all within it's sea,
Not one is ever spared this plight,
Of nightly darkness mysteries.