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