The sunset fades to nothingness
Beyond the Golden Gate.
San Andreas points his dagger;
The wheeling world must wait.
The wheeling oceans of the mind
Dream, brood and hesitate
Upon the passing moment of our fate.
My heart can feel the seasons
Throb on as if in pain,
Though I never see the drifting snow
Nor the burning sun again,
I never see the Northern Lights
Sink, soar and fade across the plain;
But as they fade we hesitate.
We wait in vain.
To east and west lie vacant seas
Locked under a vacant sky.
We dream and brood and hesitate
As the gleaming years glide by.
No man can tame San Andreas;
I will not try.
We wait here like this golden town,
Which waits to die.
RAE, 14 July 1974
The sunset fades to nothingness
Beyond the Golden Gate.
San Andreas points his dagger;
The wheeling world must wait.
The wheeling oceans of the mind
Dream, brood and hesitate
Upon the passing moment of our fate.
My heart can feel the seasons
Throb on as if in pain,
Though I never see the drifting snow
Nor the burning sun again,
I never see the Northern Lights
Sink, soar and fade across the plain;
But as they fade we hesitate.
We wait in vain.
To east and west lie vacant seas
Locked under a vacant sky.
We dream and brood and hesitate
As the gleaming years glide by.
No man can tame San Andreas;
I will not try.
We wait here like this golden town,
Which waits to die.
RAE, 14 July 1974