Sunset
1973
Ah look at the sun
It’s all aglow
Slow burning star
Sinking low
Heaven knows
Where you go
Out of sight
Out of mind’s eye, no
Ah such a shame
You must leave
All day long
You were a friend to me
Still, the moon’s company
Until morning when
Larks will sing
Horizon’s appointment
You’ll keep
For sunswept
Flamingos must sleep
Scenes like these
From my dreams
Cover cutting-room floors
All over
Warm heart
We spin slowly from view
Why are you sad
Do you disapprove
How we’ve wasted our time
Sunset
End of my day
My decline
Postscript you trace
Colours the sky
Red-letter light fades
Is filed away
Sunburst fingers
You raise
One last sigh of farewell
Goodbye
