Later To Be Late Again

let these words to read roll on as ramble reflections of another setting son Shadow painted pictures in leaves of fickle breeze Under changing skies of purple red and cloudy pink unease As scattered words of other time stir rested memories Close tired eyes with held back sighs To whisper sweet goodbyes still holding on to canvasses of simply painted words And laughing at the devil moon who caused this all to be with her tidal fluctuations of stormy cosmic mirth She played and meddled in the constant gravity of Earth