The mountain’s shadow sway

The sun falls over like rain,

If the light would only stay

The stars, be not beacons of pain?  


The wisps of cloud smoke by

The gold of blood, and red of gold, 

The stain of dusk streaks the sky 

The trees whisper as we grow old 


Sit beside me as the sun goes down 

On this bridge where the darkness doesn’t touch,

The silence is thick all around 

I ask only for time, but is that too much? 


In the end, go home, lay down by the fireside, 

Remember the blue of the flames as my eyes.



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