Words gushing, thrushing <br />Thrusting and pushing <br />Are silent when all is done <br />And they will mean a truer word <br />As they fade away with the evening Sun <br />We say to you and say to them <br />The undoubted honest phrase <br />That melts away and fades so pale <br />Into the Violet haze <br />But words are silent when all is done <br />As they die and fade away into the evening Sun <br />So when at last that words no more <br />Can make ammends and heal for sure <br />We look within our hidden World <br />Disabled, ashamed at what we've done <br />And then the Reaper comes and goes away <br />Just like the evening Sun <br />Sun no more, no heated word <br />Will mend our darkest thoughts <br />We melt away with faded pale <br />And bow our Head to a darker World <br />And walk toward that Violet haze <br />All is silent when it is done <br />As we die like the evening Sun <br />No more the sunlit day <br />Cracked Blackness, splintered Grey <br />Never to see the Golden Hay <br />At the end with words no more <br />And we cannot pass that violest door <br />And we have failed unto the last <br />All we have is memories past <br />And damn our Soul and damn our days <br />We fade away into the Violet haze <br />Silent silence and all is done <br />We have just memories past <br />We are no more and Hearts will ache <br />And melt away just like the evening Sun.<br /><br />David Burton Richardson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-evening-sun/
