At Silent Waters, the mist walks the mountain;
It is our messiah and truth will rise
under its gentle presence.
If only there was a one way ticket to paradise,
we could bask in the sunset of our childhood dreams,
In the pool, the mermaids play leap frog
across the stone lily pads.
Their laughter rings out, filling our hearts with
the promise that church bells often bring.
The wind in the trees sounds like rain;
and above the sky and ocean burn into one another along
a thin blue florescent horizon.
But I suppose that even paradise is entitled
to a few jeweled tears.
Under a glowering sky, love rained here;
Twelve white throated lilies, two nymphs and a sweet
This Silent Waters, it steals my meaning
and leaves me thirsty for more than just words.
As the sun sets on our time here,
it is a gasp of charred colour,
the dying embers of some prehistoric flame.
How much of this will last…past night?