Guiding Light
By E1d0l0n

The sun has crawled 'round.
  Streaks of fire found.
The moon slipped behind.
  Dark dreary clouds we find.

Light has disappeared.
  No hope that is feared.
We weep for a day.
  The sun beams a ray.

Here comes the parade.
  Troops who promenade.
Colors circle 'round.
  The hope we have found.

Choose the color's ray.
  Shines the path, which way.
Road behind subside.
  The light is your guide.

© LSH 1987