Silver Falls

Silver is the color of the rafters in a dream
A cathedral born of starlight with a golden sunshine theme
But the day can't cure the sadness that is hidden there within
For the evening never sheds its hold on memories of sin
The rafters are still silver when the mold climbs up the walls
No tarnish dulls the sparkle that still keeps the eye in thrall
But the sun will never draw its light on crimson colored floors
And the rotting of the pews cannot be halted anymore
The ceilings shine with silver and draw forth an ancient awe
Marble saints look down with sorrow at the yet unspoken flaws
And the floors let in decay from endless seasons in the rain
But the rafters are much higher than this church's first deep pains
The silver up above it glows with still-increasing light
And the hopes of faithful thousands keep it up with flagging might
But the shadows will discover holes in which to steal so high
Bringing darkness to the ceiling that became the only sky
Then the silver beams will crumble, bringing down the very walls
With shrieks of fear it tumbles, like an angel when it falls
And the light of day will pick out every tattered, aching lie
And leave an open, waiting silence into which we breathe a sigh

Karasu Tendo