The Colour of Night
Embracing Shadows: Discovering the Hidden Hues in The Colour of Night
Lyrics
Twilight fled, no shadows only silhouettes
Twilight has disappeared, leaving only silhouettes without shadows.
Almost black, though I see my garden yet
The surroundings are nearly black, yet the speaker can still perceive their garden.
The flowers I love and the clouds above
Favorite flowers and clouds above continue to shine, though unseen.
Shine for me by light I cannot see
Things cherished are illuminated by an unseen light.
Though the sun's long since set
Despite the sun having set, its influence lingers.
Lonsesome bird calling questions to the sky
A lonely bird poses questions to the sky.
Hollow wind broken by his fitful cry
The wind, interrupted by the bird's sporadic cry, carries an emptiness.
Answers none, my own two ears undone
No answers come, and the speaker's ears seem ineffective.
Though it's clear that this small bird hears
Despite clarity, the small bird seems attuned to a silent response from heaven.
Heaven's silent reply
The speaker questions if they've become someone who only trusts what they see.
Am I now one who only trusts their sight
Fearful of the dark, drowning stars in restless light, losing trust in unseen things.
Who fears the dark and drowns the stars in restless light
Personal fires invade spaces meant to be in shade.
Whose fires invade what's meant to lie in shade
Discovering that their soul is blind to the beauty of the night.
And comes to find that their soul is blind
Symbolic of closing one's eyes, wandering without clear understanding.
To the colour of night
The speaker acknowledges their blindness to the depth and beauty of the night.
My eyes are closed, I wander though I know not how
Reflecting on the past, navigating through the present with closed eyes.
Yesterday reflected on the here and now
Yesterday's experiences guide the way through the present.
Guides my way, my path as clear as day
The path ahead is clear, influenced by past reflections.
And so I tread through the night ahead
Despite the night, the speaker continues forward with confidence.
With the breeze in the bough
The wind in the bough accompanies the journey through the night.
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