Silver River

The black and white banks
Of the river that flows
Past buildings neglected
And lit by moons glow.

The silver light burning
From lunar’s harsh burn
Casts shades of dark pitch
In which lovers are spurned.

Down moonlit cold paths
Where the dreamers may roam
Could be seen kindred spirits
Who just want to atone.

A chill from the water
Seeps slowly within
While the moon in its heaven
Shows wanderers sin.

Come walk with me angel
And see the dark sights
We’ll ponder the dreams
Painted by the moonlight.