Copper-stained

Thoughts slip and shatter like copper coins through my hands staining the earth beneath my feet.
Each ember shines - bright light satellite reflecting back the glowing belief that passes so freely.
Hard to capture every one, see how they run like rebels with a gun, and see how they cry.
Dried to the bone, and left out alone to be buried among the sepia rust tones.
Trusting in you and the red, white and blue; I’ve never been accused of not loving my land.
When will you learn son? Don’t let it go ‘cause once it has left your strong hand, you can’t reel it in.
Wild salmon streams brimmed to burst and with insatiable thirst they move against the grain.
Never again, never again, never again. Like a sieve in the sand from your tawny hands.
Let it go, let it go, and the water will flow and wash away even the most seizing of schemes from your gentle dreams.

(c) & (p) 2012 subconscious mind publication company