The features dark,
The outline clear,
The details blur,
That made me mad,
And almost sad,
But then the moment came,
My pupils wide,
The outline clear,
The details blur,
That made me mad,
And almost sad,
But then the moment came,
My pupils wide,
This shadow,
In this treacherous meadow,
Pointed me to the light,
In this treacherous meadow,
Pointed me to the light,
So that shadow,
Yes that one,
And every shadow,
Is the compass to the light,
Its chief architect,
Yes that one,
And every shadow,
Is the compass to the light,
Its chief architect,
You can either focus on the shadow,
Or follow it to the light,
To your Eldorado,
And if you’re lucky it might be in Colorado,
Or follow it to the light,
To your Eldorado,
And if you’re lucky it might be in Colorado,
© Brussels August 2015 afesehngwaHilary
