Is it true?

The golden break of an inky void,
Breaks the fast of the cleansed earth,
Golden blue invigorates the mass,
Our hearts, our souls open and magnify.

Paulo walks and nobody ignores him,
The celebrities out and nobody adorns him,
An orphan chimes with the family,
Our colour dissolves, naked love revolves.

The night still comes, but cold no more,
The death still here, but we are here in life,
The propaganda slows, but we fear no more,
The gain & the loss exist, but we are in bliss.

Beckon to the call of the spirit
Live the light and feel it
The zeitgeist is changing
Extinguish me never, I am the light.

(the sun peaks over the horizon) She starts to buck.