When skies bleed to crimson
marking the end of day
And horizons sigh in Xanthic hues
resplendent in scarlet display...
When silence writes its lyrics,
the most beautiful ever heard,
And time echoes with every
thought and each unspoken word...
When gentle wind carries me
into an unfinished dream
And all is as it is but nothing
Is really as it seems...
When I am but a breath away
from a whisper and a prayer
I will look inside my soul
because I know I'll find you there...
When it comes that I must go
To become a star in midnight's sky
I will fly with wings outspread
but I will not say good-bye...
And when you see this sky so vivid
in crimson and Xanthic hue...
Remember me and how I lived
as I will remember you.
written for Tinyteddy's Back To Basics Challenge
Word: Xanthic (definition: tending toward a yellow color, or to one of those colors, green being excepted, in which yellow is a constituent, as scarlet, orange, etc.)
By Myrna D.
© 2012 Myrna D.
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