Gray mist hangs on the heavy beam
Slow water in a steady stream
Iron cold against the skin
Watching where the tides begin
Golden eyes on a feathered face
Watching time in a hollow space
Claws are locked on the rusted rail
Waiting for the morning gale
Stillness on the iron span
Holding fast as only it can
Feathered ghost in the river haze
Watching through the morning daze
River moves with a heavy pull
Current deep and never full
Mist is rising from the muddy bed
Floating where the fish are fed
Stillness on the iron span
Holding fast as only it can
Feathered ghost in the river haze
Watching through the morning daze
The world is moving, fast and loud
Wrapped inside a velvet shroud
One small heartbeat, steady, slow
In the place where the river flows
Distant lights on a far-off shore
Blinking lights and a steady roar
Orange glow on the water's skin
Where the city's pulse begins
Head is tucked against its chest
Finding in the cold a rest
Waiting for the morning light
Hidden from the human sight
Stillness on the iron span
Holding fast as only it can
Feathered ghost in the river haze
Watching through the morning daze
Waiting for the light to break
Waiting for the world to wake
