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