Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Four Years

If you've spent any time
On the Hamilton waterfront
You'll know how the lake shimmers
Just around twilight
When the couples are winding
Through Bayfront Park
And looking west
From the floating gazebo
Those sunsets of gold
Leaving empty spaces in your soul
And how the air seems to swirl
Around the dragon boats, moored
Like long sleeping serpents
Among the cattails
Waiting for their call of duty
And you'll understand
That these things are all simple
Honest scenes of an evening
In a city defined by raw truths
But with the right ears
You can almost hear
The gentle swaying of destiny's chime
Sweeping down the mountain
Over the bridge
And away beyond a smoky horizon

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