And God drips sunlight into night
The painter's palette cannot hold
The orgy of colors dark and bright
Ochre, orange, red and gold.

And when the night turns into a day
All is world is darkness free
The grays and blacks all stripped away
God's work now there for all to see.

But when the night turns into day
The grays just cover all the blue
All the color just fades away
And that's the time I think of you.


And God drives weekdays into a weekend
The painter's palette sees more colors
The spell of new shades, to match
The perfect fit to bridge dawn and dusk.

And when the weekdays turn to a weekend
All the world is business free
The targets, coats and ties are all stripped away.
God's people are in true form to see.

But when the weekend turns to a weekday
All frolic is tied up and a tie fastens your neck
The tie is colorful, but the knots are painful
New colors of the painter's palette are on the tie
But its knot makes it a colorful suicide!!

How I wish, this night could be longer…
And that's when I can think more of you!!.