Paynes
Location
A once anticipated afternoon
Leads golden spears in hungry melody
We watch with bated eyes a tempered moon
As poisoned land seeks naught but remedy
From far beneath our long retired kin
Comes ever daily and misunderstood
Cold shadow often wrongly seen as sin
And never loved or wanted as it should
Now that the sun is gone from beggars eye
The hour of magnificence is born
Where colors blight from spectrum do defy
And previous shades of our dreams are torn
We look around our little world of gray
And yearn forever for this time of day
-y.s.n