Another Sweet Day In The Sun

Cry, oh tears for the dead undying reptile emeraldine, for this unbreezing attitude towards styles of another right turners
So that this would be aroused in scenes of sins untuned to the naked third eye, in these inasmuch as a likened dream of wishes galore
For reams of life unwashed and now in time of peace may we now be in a sleep much less troubled than yesterday, too gleaming to ignore
So from this downhearted may we now rise to the occasion for when the singing suns be a-dancing for all long since to a night time embrace

But who knows where we might be when all around you they'd be dancing along to the tune of childhood for dreams of a better tomorrow?
Yes alas all that we would ever know will only be ill for another lost misty-eyed nostalgia, for this I decree that no one should refrain themselves from smiles
For this mossy green tombstone should never be allowed to see beyond the meadows, for flowers and powers and towers of old flames
And may we know who is to trust when all red turns to gold and all green be touched by more blue, for another sweet day in the sun of another great millennia...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012