Live 'til I get Rare.

There was always some Night in my Day.

The rays of Dark protruding somehow

From behind the Sun so far away.

The starlit Blue Sky keeps the Dark at bay

As the Darkness tries to take it's place.

There was always some Sound in my Silence.

The deafening roars climbing over

My ears, into my head, like a pride of lions

Cruising the sandy plains, the alpha's defiance

And growling broke my tranquil chain of quiet islands.

There was always some Bitter in my Sweet.

The vinegar lingers like memories float

Like ships with no sails looking for a beach

To anchor their hopes and worries and dreams.

To find dry land and get back on their Terran feet.

There was always some Foulness in my Flowers.
Their petals hang on to their lovely stalks

As winds come along and blow for hours.
The sweet pungent odors falling like towers

Erected by men with too many powers.

There was always some Numb in my Touch.

When you touch too long the nerve endings get rough

And sensitive to even the slightest rub.

The Numbness takes over and gives too much
To the feelings you forget to clutch.

There is always some Hope in my own Despair

Shining brightly from within my soul.

Clearing the cold and noisy air

And glowing that dark away, so scared

To see me wake as a Solar Flare

And live 'til I get rare.


Live 'til I get rare.