Dimes
Deep in the clouds where rain drops form
Like salty tears before the storm
Rays of sunshine trickle down
To reveal a dime laying on the ground.
A story unfolds by the light of day
My grandfather showing me the way
A dime, he said, is a memory
Of those in heaven watching over me.
The rushing water in the deepest cold
Took you away under its folds
I think of you from time to time
And know you’re thinking of me when I find a dime.
I think of you now more than ever
We haven’t spoken in forever
Twisted tongues lost in translation
Divided by an unreachable nation.
Today I found a familiar coin
Silver face gleaming, copper ridges joined
I picked it up and by chance
I felt you give me a loving glance.
In my pockets and in my room
Shiny pieces reflect through the gloom
It’s safe to say I’ve collected a few
And it’s safe to say I still need you.