From the recording Trio


In the deep of the night under speckled skies
As they burn out, flame out, I move on 
Tomorrow will arrive bringing purposeful plans
That’ll sing a poetic melancholy song

How blest that they burn for a bugger like me
Unable though willing to respond in kind
If the scales be unbalanced for the lack of wit
Let my spirit be known and well-defined

Grateful as I claim to be
Of days that sometimes prey upon me
I fear they may be running out
A million pardons leave no room for doubt

The falling star with its light and life fulfilled 
Shining brightly as it falls and ever darkens
Spirit floating through the timeless infinite night
Spinning forth a million pardons

© 2022 Eddy Mann
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