silent music of the night,
flood the world,
dismissing ancient fears.
The waking eyes turn
and perceive a new days dawn.
Rampant visions of the past
fade in the light of forgotten sunrises.
Painted figures walk the streets,
greeting one another
with fire and smoke.
Naked dancers sell their souls
for a fleeting moment
in the distant light.
Children grow into further childhood,
as old men act like all is well.
Years pass by, leaving only
scars of life and little wisdom.
Broken faces, sacred names,
light the world,
and rain on uncaring hearts.
Mindless foes smash the records
of ancient fathers and forgotten friends.
Distant music enters in,
another silent dream,
another darkened voice.
Time passes, forgetting all,
and on the world still spins.

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