Lucid moments

In the crush of the haze and the dark of the light,
The stars of tomorrow now burst into sight.
The unsullied dregs of a crisp golden sky,
Sing the praise of a tear from a young child's eye.
Dragging from hope all the need for a mind,
When the eye of temptation calls out to the blind.

Now my hope of a dream is scared still in the grey,
The beams of the future break into a day.
Screaming for silence from deaf passers by,
And calling for water in hell when you die.

Limit is endless and notice is late,
As the power of fear is realised much too late.
The stars were all people and still they will come,
To appear in the black and combine to be one.
Milky'05