Blinded by the light.
Turn around and you can see.
Shadow on the wall.

Blinded by the light.
Turn around and you can see.
Shadow on the wall.

Watching in silence:
Winter's creativity.
The artist at work.
The dim underpass.
A frame of light guards your way.
Writing on the wall.
Where you are needed,
tender hands will hold the light.
Watch out for the star.
The rift between us.
New and old, future and past.
Right in the rift: AND.
Peeking through the fence.
A star sleeping, moss covered.
"C'mon buddy, let's move!"