All is said
All is done
The epitaph of life
And look back through tear stained eyes
At the writing etched in stone
Where died those dreams we held so tight
I see them glimmer
In amethyst twilight
Why does my countenance falter
Should a moment cross my mind
I break again
It’s the things we
Don’t say
That rot us away
Last breath of a summer breeze
Sunset falls beyond the trees
As you walk out of my memories
Into fields of burnished gold
So leaves the distant summer breeze
Daylight dies beyond the trees
As you walk out from my memories
Into fields of burnished gold