Golden Hours - IDA

The passage of time

Is flicking dimly up on the screen

I can’t see the lines

I used to think I could read between

Perhaps my brains have turned to sand

Only, oh my

I think it’s been an eternity

You’d be surprised

At my degree of uncertainty

How can moments go so slow

Several times

I’ve seen the evening slide away

Watching the signs

Taking over from the fading day

Perhaps my brains are old and scrambled

Several times

I’ve seen the evening slide away

Watching the signs

Taking over from the fading day

Changing water into wine

Several times

I’ve seen the evening slide away

Watching the signs

Taking over from the fading day

Putting grapes back on the vine