The Sky Spoke

Purple red plum sky tore open the morning as I looked eastward rubbing my bloodshot eyes It is times like these, I thought, in the past that would have invoked tortured cries The unique feeling of being alone at this hour Gave credence to my soul, drawing on some kind of power I watched as the clouds softly dappled my view Wiping tears from my eyes, I somehow knew That feeling and caring and matters of the heart pushed aside The only thing that is really important now is what is left inside