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