Cold-hearted orb that rules the night, Removes the colors from our sight. Red is grey, and yellow, white. But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion.
Pinprick holes in a colorless sky, Let insipid figures of light pass by, The mighty light of ten thousand suns, Challenges infinity and is soon gone. Nighttime, to some, a brief interlude. To others, the fear of solitude. Brave Helios, wake up your steeds! Bring the warmth the countryside needs.
– Graeme Edge, (1967) drummer for The Moody Blues. This poem follows the song “The Day Begins” and opens their 1967 album “Days of Future Passed.”
