Michael Guy Bowman Light Of Apollo
The light of Apollo slowly falls across the sky
The cool of the evening slows your breathing to a sigh
Lost in the lake house on the beaten path
One broken camera snaps a photograph
The pictures are gathered, gently slathered, fixed in place
The walls of the gallery, climbing, towering into space
Beckon you sweetly to forgotten sets
One million memories in a stranger's net
Another golden hour, a needle in the sea
Another gift shop postcard, always close to me
The light of Apollo flows through all we see
The faraway beach this tour bus reaches melts away
The thundering ocean casts erosion to the bay
No trace at all outside my shadow box
Printed and pinned up high behind the locks
The dusk and the morning lull you, yawning, to your wrist
The light and the shadows churn as paddles through the mist
Life through a mirror might be forged of dreams
Just one more snapshot rough along the seams
Another golden hour, a needle in the sea
Another gift shop postcard, always close to me
A friend I don't remember, a place we used to go
Someday it will heal us, someday they will show
The light of Apollo flows through all we know
The light of Apollo flows through all we know
(The light of Apollo flows through all we know)
The light of Apollo flows through all we know
(The light of Apollo flows through all we know)
The light of Apollo flows through all we know
