EDGE, Graeme

Late Lament

Breath deep, the gathering gloom

Watch lights fade from every room

Bedsitter people look back and lament

Another day's useless energy spent

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one

Lonely man cries for love and has none

New mother picks up and suckles her son

Senior citizens Wish they were young

Cold hearted orb that rules the night

Removes the colors from our sight

Red is gray and yellow white

But we decide which is right

And which is an Illusion