No more the dismal dealings
in the caverns of my soul
No more the random reelings
that severely shatters whole
That day has past
Distractions cast
As winsome lass arises from her throne
The day extends
As heart forfends
Dark feelings end that wandered through the bone
As I scribe upon the scroll
As feelings and the heart turn whole
I fear no more the reeling wrack
That caused the shattering of lack
For that which stabilizes life
And cuts through nonsense like a knife
Renders love from my concern
I wend my way through every turn
With will and constant sight
Of bright, chromatic coloured beams
Of all the hues in constant streams
Pouring forth Kaleidoscope of light
But, then again, it's getting awful late and I'm getting awfully old.