Darkness and Light

Night oft becomes my days,

daytime becomes my night,

when darkness turns to greys,

and disturbs my inner sight.

We are not conscious of the ghosts,

That visit us in our sleep,

Yet they become our hosts,

To prevent us counting sheep.

When darkness turns to black

Then life will be no more,

As the light that we now lack,

Will slowly be restored ..

That we from sleep awake,

To the vision we prayed for,

Beyond our last mistake,

To live forevermore.

 © 17 March 06 by Colin F Jones

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