Observing lights in an ocean of darkness
Radiant sprites, the closest is farthest
The ones who have sight and also the smartest
Fight if you’ll fight, end what you started
But if your soul will speak the truth
It can show you the absolute proof
And if you see to your dreams come true
You must accept them with gratitude
I tried to make a wish on a falling star…
But then I realized; that’s not the way things are.
And even if you try to shift your beliefs, you’ll leave a permanent scar
He called upon his soul’s salvation
In the darkest part of the night
He finally gave in and cast all his doubts aside
That’s when he knew, he was no longer the same
When the skies coincide, when the earth is tame
Those lights did not give him life, they were just part of the game
There was only One whom upon his soul had claim
He wears the universe’s black polka dotted dress
She wears it when she wants to look her best
It’s always at night, you’ll know when she tests
You with the blackness of her dress for you to impress
She’s beautiful, the universe she is
Radiantly dutiful, with fettered dots in blitz
Shining in luminescent spots of bliss
Like little white angels, but already you knew this
Gazing away, waiting for epiphany to strike
I might just hike away into the night
Because her sky is frozen in a static cry
The celestial tears roll down her cheek
But her dress makes it far too bleak
To let you see her face…until she peaks
And then you see her…the light of the day
Brink in epiphany at the halcyon bay
Her face shines in the form of the sun
When the dress changes and you see the blackness doe
Breathing her luminescence into her dress of darkness
The polka dots in evanescence no longer harness
The light they once boasted as they thwarted
The black of the night, into the white of the day that’s started
When reality and dreams come to life
In the light of the day, in the midst of strife
The stars fade away, and leave in wake
The twilight of understanding when the soul is at stake
He looks to the one that burns out the rest
He turns 90 degrees East from the Northwest
He finds his soul’s synapse and quells the quest
That once began on the universe’s black polka dotted dress.
Radiant sprites, the closest is farthest
The ones who have sight and also the smartest
Fight if you’ll fight, end what you started
But if your soul will speak the truth
It can show you the absolute proof
And if you see to your dreams come true
You must accept them with gratitude
I tried to make a wish on a falling star…
But then I realized; that’s not the way things are.
And even if you try to shift your beliefs, you’ll leave a permanent scar
He called upon his soul’s salvation
In the darkest part of the night
He finally gave in and cast all his doubts aside
That’s when he knew, he was no longer the same
When the skies coincide, when the earth is tame
Those lights did not give him life, they were just part of the game
There was only One whom upon his soul had claim
He wears the universe’s black polka dotted dress
She wears it when she wants to look her best
It’s always at night, you’ll know when she tests
You with the blackness of her dress for you to impress
She’s beautiful, the universe she is
Radiantly dutiful, with fettered dots in blitz
Shining in luminescent spots of bliss
Like little white angels, but already you knew this
Gazing away, waiting for epiphany to strike
I might just hike away into the night
Because her sky is frozen in a static cry
The celestial tears roll down her cheek
But her dress makes it far too bleak
To let you see her face…until she peaks
And then you see her…the light of the day
Brink in epiphany at the halcyon bay
Her face shines in the form of the sun
When the dress changes and you see the blackness doe
Breathing her luminescence into her dress of darkness
The polka dots in evanescence no longer harness
The light they once boasted as they thwarted
The black of the night, into the white of the day that’s started
When reality and dreams come to life
In the light of the day, in the midst of strife
The stars fade away, and leave in wake
The twilight of understanding when the soul is at stake
He looks to the one that burns out the rest
He turns 90 degrees East from the Northwest
He finds his soul’s synapse and quells the quest
That once began on the universe’s black polka dotted dress.