Treasure Island

Kevin Campbell

(06 Dec 1960 / Hamilton Scotland)

A Cold Winter Night


Of short sighted fantasies
Like angels of light
On the coldness of a mountian side
Deep in winters night

Of black velvet skies
sequened in stars
We stand in awe of its splendour
Its depth and its size

The total un known
the reflection of light
Its no wonder we fear the cold winters night

They reach out and touch you
suround you in chill
coverd in darkness
you sucumm to their will

Of short sighted fantasies
Of black velvet nights
the total unknown
Of a cold winters sky

Submitted: Friday, December 15, 2006
Edited: Thursday, December 09, 2010

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  • john tiong chunghoo (12/15/2006 8:28:00 AM)

    cold velvet night with plenty of shining stars. there is hope in the darkest pit. hope that glitters at you. it must be god. (Report) Reply

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