The Light Goes Out

The light goes out.

With it go all the thoughts and troubles of the day just gone.

Tumbling down into the abyss of beyond

The mind closes the door on them.

Never does the enthralling world of fantasy cross with the bitterness and sorrow of reality.

Never.

Like fire, like water. They are not to be mixed.

The light goes out.

Then up and up you go, soaring like a migrating swallow

Streamlined, gliding ever onwards

Skimming the waves, giving your body to the wind,

Lustrous sapphire feathers reflecting the sunlight like tiny prisms

Casting blood red crimsons. Scintillating turquoises. Electric purples.

And every other colour you can possibly think of

Upon the ground below,

So very far below.

But still,

Up

Up

Up you go,

To the world of dreams where everything is possible

And nothing can ever touch you and pull you down.

The light goes out.

You wheel over distant mountains

To places that no one but you would ever have dreamed of...

And that's the beauty of it.

No one can criticise your ideas

No one can tell you how to look or how to feel.

You are your own.

You are happy.

The light goes out.

You are flying free

Until the break of dawn.

The pearly grey light of dawn

When the sun peeps over the tops of he far hills

And sunbeams shimmer and dance on the rooftops.

It takes your hand and leads you kindly into the next day,

Full of either joy or grief,

No one knows.

No one knows whether it will rain or shine,

No one knows whether you will rise or fall,

No one knows what the future will hold...

But we can still go forward with our heads held high

And take whatever is thrown at us.

Life will give us challenges, but it will also give us happiness.

But if we ever feel that we can't take it anymore

All we have to do is wait.

Wait for the silvery moon

When,

The light goes out.