I thought the sky only came in that color
When the greatest of tragedies weaved
Into the tapestry of life
And left her soul bereaved

When the winter of some deadly end
Snowed its cremation down
And ashes painted dead trees white
And gathered in silent piles on a muted ground

Times we all watched the redness of the sun
As it bled away into the sky
And its washing paleness seemed to speak of things
Oddities that crept and leaked into our minds

In the stillness of moments halted
Leaving space for only a breeze to chill your skin
The frozen fear that claimed your eyes
Urging us all to seek the sky again

For some message hidden in bleakly withered mist
A cloudy dawning upon our minds we prayed
Fumbling numbness against a blank backdrop
Some bodies left and some in grey death stayed

Every sky in my mind fades to that distant color
And winds like angels laden with tales of grief
Whisper my world into that past existence
As though I were no more than autumn's forgotten leaf.

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