The sun swam in the Mitchell grass
Dusk sighed shimmering blue
Pink bellied clouds drifted sulkily past
They reminded me of you
When evening breeze did lose its will
Amid sunsets blood red light
The land lay warm, the air was still
You vanished into night
Over the mountain range beyond a hope
Where wistful ghost towns sigh
Their weary hearts devoid of life
Like the cool caress of sky
Thus to slumber in the darkness
A barn owls fearful scream
The willows that whisper of solitude
Will cradle my soul into dream
But sometimes at night, the moon sneers white
In the still cold fog I shiver
For your childish spirit, my companion till dawn
Forever, like the path of a river...
