Arial
I wrote "The Sky" in Arial
With 12-point font within
The little circle we had drawn
By the fence
In poster colours red and blue
The clouds we softly dreamt
Blushed in lighter hues
In words of inky black
And in this machine
Is a faint effigy
Of the Sun
In her garments of gold
But shrouded in dark
There's a man with a lark
Waiting for a hint
Of her glow
Oh I recall the silver beams
That held my frame of mind
As they filtered through
The spaces in the leaves
They underlined the cotton puffs
In bolder strokes of grey
That descended from the hills
Into my arms
And in my resolve
Though the Sun had dissolved
Into the greying
Thunderclouds
I stayed underneath
A plain tarpaulin sheet
Waiting for a glint
Of her glow
Rearranging characters
I chanced upon a fixed array
Imaginary permanence
The ending of a day
Italicised and justified
Finality in disarray
Crumbling like a statue or
A thrown away bouquet
Left out to the elements
The moss and moth have come to play
No amount of vanity
Can save what's on display
Can save what's on display
Save what's on display
Can save what's on display
Save what's on display
With 12-point font within
The little circle we had drawn
By the fence
In poster colours red and blue
The clouds we softly dreamt
Blushed in lighter hues
In words of inky black
And in this machine
Is a faint effigy
Of the Sun
In her garments of gold
But shrouded in dark
There's a man with a lark
Waiting for a hint
Of her glow
Oh I recall the silver beams
That held my frame of mind
As they filtered through
The spaces in the leaves
They underlined the cotton puffs
In bolder strokes of grey
That descended from the hills
Into my arms
And in my resolve
Though the Sun had dissolved
Into the greying
Thunderclouds
I stayed underneath
A plain tarpaulin sheet
Waiting for a glint
Of her glow
Rearranging characters
I chanced upon a fixed array
Imaginary permanence
The ending of a day
Italicised and justified
Finality in disarray
Crumbling like a statue or
A thrown away bouquet
Left out to the elements
The moss and moth have come to play
No amount of vanity
Can save what's on display
Can save what's on display
Save what's on display
Can save what's on display
Save what's on display
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Yip
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