32nd Day Of The Month
It doesn't feel right,
It comes in the middle of the night,
The 32nd day of the month is here,
A black sun rising, the World bathed in negative light.
Life turned upside down,
A smile turned into an unhappy frown,
The black rays piercing the heart without a sound.
What's right is wrong...covering the senses with a dark velvet gown.
Nothing is reasoned throughout the hours of the day,
She's come back in blacks and whites with something to say,
Memories long forgotten fill the head with pain,
To haunt her memory and resurrect what should be left to lay.
It comes in the middle of the night,
The 32nd day of the month is here,
A black sun rising, the World bathed in negative light.
Life turned upside down,
A smile turned into an unhappy frown,
The black rays piercing the heart without a sound.
What's right is wrong...covering the senses with a dark velvet gown.
Nothing is reasoned throughout the hours of the day,
She's come back in blacks and whites with something to say,
Memories long forgotten fill the head with pain,
To haunt her memory and resurrect what should be left to lay.
Backwards reads like forward verse,
Hope runs bare in the mirage of this lonely curse,
The 32nd of the month begins to wane,
A new day for positive rays to immerse.
It feels right,
It comes in the middle of the night,
The 1st day of the month is here
Dawn slays the blackness with valorous might...
A bright sun rises...and the World is bathed in beautiful white light.
Hope runs bare in the mirage of this lonely curse,
The 32nd of the month begins to wane,
A new day for positive rays to immerse.
It feels right,
It comes in the middle of the night,
The 1st day of the month is here
Dawn slays the blackness with valorous might...
A bright sun rises...and the World is bathed in beautiful white light.
Eric B. Ramey
Copyright ©2006 Eric B. Ramey
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