Light and Shade

There's a tension holding the world in place And some who curve the lines of space Who leave their mark with the lightest force A slice of luck and a cruel divorce Fresh as the day that it first played A perfect blend of the light and shade The warmest heart, the cruellest soul A perfect blend of Hart and Mould Viewed from this angle it all makes sense A beam of light hits a concave lens Refracted back in darker skies Where pure intensity multiplies Fresh as the day that it first played A perfect blend of the light and shade You feel the space where the sun has shone When the light has died and the warmth has gone