Blacklight Antiques

Life is spun from a thin line of thread To weave a tapestry from birth til your dead With a red tint for love and a blue tint for sorrow...

I remember well days long ago Back when we were just friends Sharing headphones on a radio Talking until the bus ride ends That little...

As I sit on a park bench the world passing me by I watch in amazement with my own eye the days grow to night and the nights grow to days...

The storm will rage with all its might as sky doth darken and block the light Swirling clouds and winds of might drive the hail thru day...