The Liar and The Fool

From golden rays the clouds are spun, But without warmth, the winter sun. Signing the sky with solemn swear, Casting its light to he who stares. Only sight can tell the sun is frozen, When light's love starts cursing the chosen. But a Fool doesn't see with open eyes, Only the break of dusk will turn him wise. After fire is lost and falls to rest, The moon and the stars will rise expressed. Suddenly The Fool can hear it's whispers, Blindly still, he wanders with blisters. Not all things new are made from passion, At times the stars are all he'll fashion. Beyond the veil of coal and sky, That's where the sightless Fool will fly.