The Hush

This is the hush of earth as she's spinning
Here's the lament of yesterday gone
This is the sound of your dream as its dying
The death rattle rhythm that sings like a song

Here is the day feasting on darkness
Here is horizon swallowed by night
Here is the hammer that fell from the gods
never to strike with yesterday's might.

Here is the ocean moving like quicksand
This is the Moon that worships the tide 
Here are the waves that run from the shoreline
burying dreams with those who have died.

Here is the mountain and here is the desert
One is too cold and one is too dry
Here is tomorrow and here is today
drops in the river
of time passing by