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SHADES OF BLUE
by Selia Qynn, 9/14/95

Noah sent the white dove for that sign of solid ground.
Faith would guide his vision through water all around.
Hope springs eternal. It's a universal rule.
Two by two out of the ark, Noah was no fool.

The morning sunrise beckons the cantation of the lark.
The midday sun shines brightly with no memory of the dark.
The evening sky has taken on a somewhat darker hue.
And the moon slowly rises into deeper shades of blue.

The night's convincing shadows have changed my point of view.
Do my eyes deceive me, or is that really you?
Now, where is my comfort when the moon was full and bright?
And I was in your arms and you were in my life?

The morning sunrise beckons the cantation of the lark.
The midday sun shines brightly with no memory of the dark.
The evening sky has taken on a somewhat darker hue.
And the moon slowly rises into deeper shades of blue.

In my darkest hour - that is where I've been,
And the moon only shines a thin, wry grin.
As if to mock existence, being neither wrong nor right.
Just offering that ray of hope, that sliver in the night.

The morning sunrise beckons the cantation of the lark.
The midday sun shines brightly with no memory of the dark.
The evening sky has taken on a somewhat darker hue.
And the moon slowly rises into deeper shades of blue.

And my heart is still undaunted as it dreams of only you;
In my mind I'm haunted by these deeper shades of blue.