Golden Hour

Fixed to a point on the horizon line

Thinking back to when this became centreline

Where fading thoughts they came undone

Caught up in the shadows of the August sun

That night you spoke of wanting more

Than proclamations about changing course

Of the purity tests and hysterics

And proclamations about heretics

It's all you can do

To see through

Light chasing blue

In the golden hour

Of all the artifacts and postcards

The carnival of memories and old scars

We wear our stories on the inside

But we let them out that night for a little while

It's all you can do

To see through

Light chasing blue

In the golden hour