Fire In the Sky
Crimson fire in the sky,
Across its face the swallows fly
A beginning and an end,
No shining star will it offend
I dare not tear my eyes away
For this brilliance cannot stay
Perhaps in ancient times a man would cry
Afraid his world must burn and die
The sun is gone, its colors fade
And night descends upon the glade....
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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