Spirits - Tom Guderian

    Night like a river
    Flows through my soul
    Born to deliver
    Me from the cold.

    Day like an apple
    Falls from my tree
    Just like a sunrise
    It calls to me.

    Night like a stranger
    Needs to be fed
    Without the danger
    I lose my head.

    Day like a woman
    I've never seen
    She leaves behind her
    All that is green.

    Sun like an arrow
    Shoots in my eye
    The straight and narrow
    Are born to die.

    But still I linger
    Along the shore
    I use my finger
    And call for more

    1982 Tom Guderian
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