On The edge of the Sunset
Just out on the edge of the sunset
where there's nothing but slow passing time
you can see past the face of forever
to a place without reason or rhyme
It sits on the cusp of tomorrow
and it sits at the end of today
as the light slowly fades into darkness
like a ghost it keeps slipping away
There's a place on a moving horizon
that exists between light and the dark
ever spinning away to the future
like a flame that explodes from a spark
It's real but it's ever elusive
you can watch as it passes you by
but you'll never be able to touch it
it's just something you catch with your eye
© Marc Glasby
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