November 29, 2010 - 1:24am — quadraptor
The day has ended
High above my head
Each of the clouds
Change from orange to grey
Remembering my father
In the transformation before me
Missing his warmth and love
Soon darkness will cover
On the land where I stand
Now upon the crimson sky
Stars have pierced through
Kindling the warmth I yearn for
Yielding his presence once again
This is sad, sweet, and
I like it.
I'm glad you wrote this and I read it.
I took the dogs out front a
Anyway, as I was leaving the house, Mom said to me, "I know who left this for us." So she was talking about Dad. I never really saw the sky turn red but I wrote that for him because he was such an Alabama Crimson Tide fan.
Anyway, thanks for the comment.
I see where it came from. I
I have things happen to me often that remind me of those departed, little reminders that Death is less of an end than should be considered.
It is my pleasure, Quad.
I've silently admired you and your work for a long time.