The Shining Silver
I wake up, and people moan, its a rainy gray day,
the rain washes clean the sky, the rocks and the bay
Water, now headed down my direction
drip-dripping, the pavement shines in reflection
I go out walking with my boots tight on,
out to catch the winter-silver light, before it is gone gone
The stains on the walls become a damp mirror,
stone becomes glass and holds fast the viewer.
Now is this a road I see here before me?
much more a stream, a lake, and then a sea
Why do folk live under cloudy clouds of grey
when shining through there's a silver ray?
LCM Jan 2010
I wake up, and people moan, its a rainy gray day,
the rain washes clean the sky, the rocks and the bay
Water, now headed down my direction
drip-dripping, the pavement shines in reflection
I go out walking with my boots tight on,
out to catch the winter-silver light, before it is gone gone
The stains on the walls become a damp mirror,
stone becomes glass and holds fast the viewer.
Now is this a road I see here before me?
much more a stream, a lake, and then a sea
Why do folk live under cloudy clouds of grey
when shining through there's a silver ray?
LCM Jan 2010