Swirls of red across the water
Magenta fluffy clouds of winter
As light fades into frosty dusk
I sit on my bench
Gazing out across the river
To gardens of hope on the other side
Sillouetted tree fingers
Reach for the sky
Searching for the last glimpse of day
Lovers walk arm in arm
Homeward bound to hot fires and buttered toast.
Here I am on my bench
Searching for a future in the flowing tide
Rushing onward towards the ocean
I play solitaire with my inner self
Now the last of the day has melted
So I must leave...
But for a moment
I stand silent
Watching the firery flecks dissolve
To the very last.
My bench is cold now
But I yearn to stay
Safe in the arms of mother nature
And her white swans of paradise.