The Evening Sun Poem by David Burton Richardson

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