Silvered Shadows

Coin of pure gold in green oceans
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 (mothеr, father)

Now, nothing is familiar
The shadow is blinding
This face and thеse hands
Dead trees and dead soil

I pulled the golden cornsilk from my hair
Handmade 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
Handmade curtains drew me home
I am a silvered shadow of old air
Where I lived now overgrown

I pulled the golden cornsilk from my hair
Handmade curtains drew me home
I am a silvered shadow of old air
Where I lived now overgrown