The Day She Disappeared

A collaboration between Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire Where were you when she disappeared? Is the moment caught in your mind? Were you nervous as the day neared, or to its approach were you blind? She took the lonely winding road towards the hills in purple haze. The weary sun took one last look then cast away its fading rays. Were you watching the sun go down? Did you grasp the consequences? Did you see sunset's halo crown; did waning light stir your senses? She walked ahead; not once looked back nor did she pause or hesitate. As shadows fell to twilight’s touch she came at last to heaven’s gate. Did you imagine her entry to God's heavenly, lasting life? Could you see the guarding sentry as the joy in heaven was rife? She left behind no next of kin, no faithful fans or floodlit stage. The only ones who mourned for her were a few friends of ripened age. If no one recalls her passage, does that mean she did not exist? When the reaper sends his carriage, do our thoughts of loved ones desist? More autumns came and winters too remaining leaves withered and fell since her soul rose into the blue. Is there no more story to tell? I thank Paul for joining me in this collaboration and apologize for taking so long to post it. As some of you know, my house flooded and I've been dealing with health issues as well.