Fault Lines

Icebergs calve, fall and crash

Ten thousand years gone at the flick of an ash

Somehow the sound of water, reminds me of my father

And this future for our daughter

But what can we say, of tomorrow today

It's a still life but it's still life and it might be okay

We could scheme all day and night

You with the key, me, holding the light

Plans on our lap, pins in an ancient map

While fault lines crack the thick opaque of a clueless lake we skate