BURNING BRIGHT, BURNING BRIGHT
Burning bright, burning bright,
Through the cities of the night –
Continuing decay, despair of souls
Groaning from sphere to sphere;
Split selves, bedeviled by complications,
Twisted roles and`deviations
From all that would, according to wish
Be necessary for existence.
Poem By Tim Cloudsley
Painting “Burning Bright, Burning Bright”
By Anda Paterson
