Monday, September 26, 2011

Black Clouds in Silver Lining

We are based on silver lines
Our notes and affections
Large glasses of wine
But it's time to talk
You hear ominous in my tone
Black clouds on the horizon?
They formed on their own
Before we could even see
How heavy, the sky was gray
And we have tiptoed gingerly
Through days and daze
Far past what we used to be:
A friendship with a question
Now answered too completely.