Another Good-Bye

Written by: Debra Squyres


Her day bled
into a crimson sky
of mourning.
A moon overcast
with laments vision,
its reflection 
echoed in the surface
of borrowed time.
Now, quietly,
the long hours drew
nearer to the hush
of evenings passing---
sleep bidding
another farewell,
as the grave 
gives up its spirit
to enter into
a different realm---
vicariously
on the threshold
of dreamscapes view
and another
good-bye is said.
  

© 2013 Debra Squyres