Song Of The Morrow

SONG OF THE MORROW
As we're alive, know the olden gods survive
On this beach between two silent seas
The bathers play, with their backs to me,
A darkling tune - I hear, but cannot see
I hear the sound of piping in the wind
It's a song of the morrow
Years start slipping through my head
With new days dawning
Hearing phantoms in the wind
I hear them calling
Is it Pan, whose piping in the sand,
Breaks the tide, and thrills me that I flee?
It's Time I sought to borrow
As the day dies, comes the morrow
Before we're ready to see
I hear the sound of piping in the wind
It's a song of the morrow
I am the spirit of dark and lonely waters
Years start slipping through my head
With new days dawning
Hearing phantoms in the wind
I hear them calling