The Things We Saw

Now that the quiet has come Twilight descending Not mended, but mending Snow in the air blows Hard was december Still, hard to remember Where have the sparrows all flown Meadows stand fallow Still waters run shallow Breathing the air in Aching, unspoken Just breaking, not broken Where do the chilling winds go Grateful and shaken What's given, what's taken Now that the days Have a little moved on Into this river of us Over the hills we cried Over the mother and child goodbyes Sisters and brothers And plum colored skies Holding each other With tears in our eyes And a silver moon comes into view With you Now that the demons have run Into the morning Your smile adorning Now that are the days Are a promise we fold Into this river of us Over the hills we cried Over the stories of daughters and sons Pictures of heroes and new lives begun Joy to the lovers who follow the sun And the morning star comes into view With you