Witness now the darkening sky,
leaves of autumn darting by,
red so pure, they make me cry,
against the blackness where I lie.
At dusk the sky is oddly lit,
clouds of gray with purple bits,
heavy sky, as I sit,
wondering when my heart will quit.
Morbid thoughts match the scene,
as I against my pillows lean,
in life and death, I'm in between,
the sky, I think, knows what I mean.