A silhouette at the sunset of my day,
far enough away so that my
features become blurred,

'the word'

moving into the memory where my destiny awaits me
and set free into the company of those memories before me.

I am shadows in the sunlit
that flit through curtained windows
I am magpie in the hedgerow and
skylark swift when Northern winds blow.

Beside a moonlight by the firelight
when
the cooling of the evening brings to
me the darknesses of what might be
I see the sunset and the silhouette
waiting and yet
waiting and yet
I never want to ride off.