GOLD HOUR'S SILVER SHINE

                              

                                        GOLD HOUR'S SILVER SHINE

Far west, behind the shadowed town,

still dazzling gold, the sun sinks down.

Surrounded by a gold sea haze,

with golden power it fills my gaze.

On misted sky it spreads a shower

of golden light in day's last hour

and on the rippling river rays

a golden road to skyline haze.

Far east, arising with the night,

with its white halo on the sky,

the silver-bright moon face gains light,

with silver shine as day glides by.

Past eastern sands its white light paves

a silver path across the sea,

with sparkles dancing on the waves

where silver shimmers flit and flee.

Thus on one side the eastern ocean

is now a world of silver motion;

and on the other last of day

is golden in the sun's proud ray.

So in the middle I can stand

with gold and silver by each hand;

and in one moment both are mine-

the hour of gold, the silver shine.