Whitegum, Sunset

Like old men reaching for past glory
Ghostly trees lean out towards the sun
As their bony limbs are bathed in crimson
This land, this body, seem as one

As I look down along the valley
A small breeze, soft against my cheek
Like the dreamy mist of a departure
You said, I'll see you in a week

And some hurt lasts forever
And some hope hung out to dry
Memories such as these never die

It all seems like cartoon animation
Orange flames explode off every leaf
As the peaks, like charts upon the skyline
Now give a strange sense of relief

There is expectation and some longing
Whispers of regret in fading light
And that autumn colour of all endings
As the sun drifts slowly out of sight

And hard truth lasts forever
Yet some love's allowed to fly
Memories such as these never die



Credits
Writer(s): George Huitker
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