2009-08-11

LILT: Alter Mann 3.0

One word changed and LILT promoted:

He's waiting for the midday wind
The weary waves sprawl on the sand
Every day the old man will
Smooth the water with his fan

I throw a stone in just for fun
The still water wakens and moves
A jaded look from the old one
As once again he sweeps it smooth

The old man trembles as he smokes
His pipe in the white sand
The water and I both know
Why he needs to keep his fan

Like a volcano foresight sleeps
I waver then ask instead
With bowed head he seems to weep
He tells me before his death

The water is your mirror now
You'll see when it's smoothed clear of all waves
If the fairy tale is yours
And you'll cry out loud to be saved

The fan is clutched close to his heart
As the rigor holds his hand
They have to prise his grip apart
The fan stays back on the sand

Each day I cry to be saved
I call out to the old man
I stay out in the midday wind
And then I read from the fan

The water is your mirror now
You'll see when it's smoothed clear of all waves
If the fairy tale is yours
And you'll cry out loud to be saved


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