Pete's Singularity

Singularity
I Can Fly
Depression
Cutty Sark
Soyuz II
Shuttle
Quasar
Video
Paths of Glory
King John's Walk
Winner
Absent Friends
Night Shift
Kiwi
Buzz Off
Camping
Southend On Sea
Lydiard
Ashdown Forest
Sunday
Tiger
South Atlantic '82
Summer Solstice
Quartz
Autumn
Winter Solstice
Christmas
Calendar Girl
Garden City
Gales Imminent
Halloween
Counting The Cost
Dearly Departed
Time To Go
All God's Children
The Spinning Gateway
Country Cousins
Thirty Days ...
The sun has come to lowest ebb
As winter fist fits tighter,
The nights are black,
The winds blow cold,
Life, now, becomes the fighter.

In dark despair,
When sky is velvet,
The diamonds of the sky
Show the way to brighter days
When larks once more will fly
In heavens blue,
And evenings red,
When rustling leaves will sigh.

The shadows, grey,
Will soon give way
To singing birds on tree,
To woodlands, ever filled with bells,
Ringing merrily.

The promise that the sun will rise
Is written in the stars,
Though winter is a jail to man
And icicles its bars,
The golden ray will warm the day,
The sunshine will ripen corn,
Each tree will touch the sky above,
As life once more is born.