Forever Sunset
Edward Kurre Hold taught this serpent wake Of bitter winds forgiving With these fevered hands the cold divides As I run to catch the sun This Western path worn winding Through pastures, through thickened pine I beg of fate to wield strong his sword And bring this journey's end Through threat of nights' ill haunting And surrenders' daunting task These fevered hands and piston strides Betray all odds my love For you, I will never tire These shattered bones ignored For you are my final days my love You are my Western sky