It’s oft a struggle between dark and light
When the golden sun sets at eventide
Fearful darkness cloaks the fields, far and wide
Creatures retreat to their lairs for the night
But light reappears, what a lovely sight!
The silv’ry moon goes on its heav’nly ride
To a billion stars, she’s a welcome guide
In the raven sky; points of light shine bright!
So ’tis in our lives, our suns often set
And gloom spreads darkness in our everyday
Life overwhelms and fills us with regret
We pray! We hope troubles will go away!
But after dusk, moonlight comes; don’t forget
To comfort all of us till break of day!
Copyright Vic A Evora...
“Black and white are the colors of photography. To me they symbolize the alternatives of hope and despair to which mankind is forever subjected.”
~ Robert Frank