Red Star At Daylight

My sky friend knew the glistening wound would Prove fatal as my faith pulled Itself to the side of the highway to die Among that patch of diesel blooms and Pull tabs. He did not weep for me. He knew as I do the reason for the Turn and others would soon Though no spirit would be bled As slowly as his. The Birds of Thunder Can only flash their warnings through ageless tears From eyes known only to me. Eyes of red and of tears. Only one-and-a-half score will see the end. The sky watchers will notice tonight . But for now the ozone burns Off the life-light and makes the azure blanket Curtain-like. Yet the event will not be known for days and understood never (like the bird of time and of tears and of spirit). They and I are not of this World; Aliens to logic but also fear. And as the ending begins Few will remember this day The red star left the sky.