A Whiter Shade Of Pale

I skipped the light fandango, 
as I walked across the night  
turning cartwheels
upon a sky lit floor.  

I was feeling kind of sea sick, 
as the stars cried out with roar 
the ceiling flew away  
and so I soared, a little more   (pause) 
           And so it was, 
                  as I raved against the embers,
                   and the dying of the light,      
I turned a whiter,                 shade of pale;
 
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As I wandered through His garden 
I could not help but let it be 
and as the killer told his tale,
I watched the water, turn to light; 
  
Just his 16th vessel virgin,
I was filled with cold and dread
but the truth was plain to see
as I wandered through God's garden, 
I'd had been mistaken, sadly left
                 for dead.
  
Although my eyes were open 
they might as well be closed 
as I skipped the light fandango 
He turned the water, into shades  
                 of pale*  

He turned the water, into Light  

and so it was ...
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Rolland Avatar
December 4, 2024 at 10:33 PM
made me think to a beautiful song of the sixties, poem is graceful, enjoyed
Rose  Avatar
December 5, 2024 at 4:16 AM
Yes that was a lovely song Yann thanks for stopping by my poem
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