Black Water
Souls light the river
Ten thousand withering flames
Scars on trees and concrete shadows
Remember the black rain
No wind so vicious
Push the dust away
Harmless glass in New Mexico
Broken panes today
Sun shamed to submission
Early end today
Stars and moon are oddly missing
Whilst strangers go their way
Wooded hillside blinded
By light of many suns
Quietly ever burning furnace
The smallest flame becomes
Light of second morning
Reveal the fallen leaves
Autumn comes and fruit lay bruising
'Neath the rotten tree
High above the headless bird
Flies food for fledglings home
In sixty years no lessons learned
Though we are fully grown
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Black Water
Souls light the river
Ten thousand withering flames
Scars on trees and concrete shadows
Remember the black rain
No wind so vicious
Push the dust away
Harmless glass in New Mexico
Broken panes today
Sun shamed to submission
Early end today
Stars and moon are oddly missing
Whilst strangers go their way
Wooded hillside blinded
By light of many suns
Quietly ever burning furnace
The smallest flame becomes
Light of second morning
Reveal the fallen leaves
Autumn comes and fruit lay bruising
'Neath the rotten tree
High above the headless bird
Flies food for fledglings home
In sixty years no lessons learned
Though we are fully grown
Souls light the river
Ten thousand withering flames
Scars on trees and concrete shadows
Remember the black rain
No wind so vicious
Push the dust away
Harmless glass in New Mexico
Broken panes today
Sun shamed to submission
Early end today
Stars and moon are oddly missing
Whilst strangers go their way
Wooded hillside blinded
By light of many suns
Quietly ever burning furnace
The smallest flame becomes
Light of second morning
Reveal the fallen leaves
Autumn comes and fruit lay bruising
'Neath the rotten tree
High above the headless bird
Flies food for fledglings home
In sixty years no lessons learned
Though we are fully grown
Writer: Jack Sharp
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