Black and Silver

"Where has the black and silver gone?"

On the wind.

"Did they not hear us sing their song?"

Not with the night falling on their road.

"But we held them close with all we had”

''Not close enough. ''

When the dark wind blows cold and hard, 

Not when the old black road calls them on

"Did no part of them stay behind?"

Only this,

Hid inside

The painted corners of your mind

Beside the door that leads to that old black road.

So hold your head up all the more,

Through winds,

And when the old road;

Calls to you to take your last walk,

Take their hands as they unlock the door to the old black road.

Ranae