Where the Light Fell Quiet

Oh for the glittering bliss gone still across the blue,
Where silent shadows fade and morning starts anew.
The world forgets its weight beneath the open sky,
As golden threads of light watch something passing by.

Oh for the distant shore where weary spirits rest,
And heavy hearts lay down what presses in their chest.
The tide washes away the footprints in the sand,
Leaving a perfect peace no voice can understand.

Oh for the golden days that slipped right through our hands,
Like water trickling down to feed the barren lands.
The wind carries a song of all we could not keep,
Before we learned it’s parts was buried far too deep.

Oh for the silver night beneath the fading moon,
To hold the fleeting joy that vanished far too soon.
The river flows along toward an unknown sea,
Where finally the soul is drifting… out of me.