sun turns silver

[friendsofstrays]

a dream life
once concreted around gold and honey
lay broken in the street
a monument too tall for its foundation

didnt you see it
in the ruins of an ugly past
and forecasts of the daily plans
it shrined the abuse
shined and diffused through every fallow soul

you can feel it in your bones
on the long drive home
the house of moon has risen

theres no better day
in the history of strife
every eve has its place
when the sun turns silver