[DENNY MCCLEARY]
When it's not quite day
But it's not quite night
And especially if there has been rain
There's a gentle sway
To the dappled light
That no weather report can explain
It's a sort of glow
Neither pink nor blue
But a violet the sky hides away
And you somehow know
It was made for you:
Your reward for surviving the day
And the streetlamps turn on
As the sunlight goes dim
And the hum of the city sounds like a hymn
When the sun and the stars can't be seen
We live in between
It's The Violet Hour
Officе doors revolve
And relеase the crowds
All too eager to vanquish the cage
When it's not quite day
But it's not quite night
And especially if there has been rain
There's a gentle sway
To the dappled light
That no weather report can explain
It's a sort of glow
Neither pink nor blue
But a violet the sky hides away
And you somehow know
It was made for you:
Your reward for surviving the day
And the streetlamps turn on
As the sunlight goes dim
And the hum of the city sounds like a hymn
When the sun and the stars can't be seen
We live in between
It's The Violet Hour
Officе doors revolve
And relеase the crowds
All too eager to vanquish the cage
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!