A memorable fancy (fair): Riots
A memorable fancy fair
You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
A memorable fancy fair:
Riots
End of the night
Realms of bliss, realms of light
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to the endless night,
The Doors
Auguries of innocence
Some to misery are born
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night,
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro’ the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night
When the soul slept in beams of light
God appears and god is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day
W. Blake
Break on through (to the other side)
The Doors
©2014 by Anton Verkerk
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