Away, away from the city's glare|
from the incarnations of neon
a silver radiance fills the air
unbroken, the glow of aeons.
Away, away - when the heart can dare
to flee those frantic regions
away, away from the city's glare
from the incarnations of neon -
In the sanctity of the silence there
'neath stars in their brilliant legions
a wordless soul sings paeons.
A silent heart finds a moonlit prayer
away, away from the city glare.
By tony parsons
© 2010 tony parsons
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