Red Sky



RED SKY

Written by: Jim Wchimes

There’s a red sky at morning

Where I hoped you’d be

It’s a sense of belonging

That I desperately seek

As you stand in the shadows

Keeping safe from the rain

I’m aware of the sound

I’m alone once again

I’m not saying I know

Every answer on earth

I’m in tune with your words

And deciding their worth

Is it strait fact or fiction

When you’re sharing your tails

Is there somewhere to hide

When all sympathy fails

There’s a red sky at morning

Where I hoped you’d be

But the clouds have rolled in

And I’m straining to see

If there’s anything left

We can still call our own

As the fog slowly lifts

I can see I’m alone

Another poem I absolutely love.  Kinda pulls the heartstrings doesn't it?  I love how he makes you feel exactly how alone he is.  I wish I could be so elegant.