Another Good-Bye
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
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