Silvered Shadows

Coin of pure gold in the ocean

Or a setting sun sinking into open hands

Tucked away there

Where I've hid all my treasures

One hidden note in the loose earth

With a map to the things that I've found

Drawn by hand

Tied together

With cloth torn from her apron

O, crack in a mirror!

A penumbra blinding!

Pulled back to what was

And weakness in clouded eyes

Torn from

The dirt

The willow tree

I once knew

Nights are getting longer now (Brother! Sister!)

In time I'll be too old (Mother! Father!)

Now, nothing is familiar

The shadow is blinding

This face, and these hands -

Dead trees and dead soil

I pulled the golden cornsilk from my hair

Hand made curtains drew me home

I am a silvered shadow of old air

Where I lived now overgrown

Torn from

The dirt

The man that I was

Faded thought

Lost my name

To your ghost

I pulled the golden cornsilk from my hair

Hand made curtains drew me home

I am a silvered shadow of old air

Where I lived now overgrown