Magenta Skies by Colleen Keller Breuning

Magenta Skies

 

Cold slips in, raining on Sunday,

and I wish the sun would shine.

Somber clouds are shattering,

tears cascading into my wine.

 

As the wind whips through the maples,

I hear distant voices calling.

But this attic is dark and empty,

and the raindrops just keep falling.

 

And I’m dreaming of magenta skies,

the sunset unfolding before my eyes,

shimmering sea reflecting moonlight,

holding you close all through the night.

 

Growing older as the days go by,

heavy feet tread on sodden ground.

Watch the geese fly in parallel lines,

tracing their path without a sound.

 

As wanderlust stirs in my bones,

these chains will never make me stay.

Seeds of hope sprout in a heart like mine…

someday, somehow I’ll find my way.

 

Will you stay, will you stay…

stay in the shadows of yesterday?

Will you follow, will you follow…

follow me into tomorrow?

 

And I’m dreaming of magenta skies,

the sunset unfolding before my eyes,

shimmering sea reflecting moonlight,

holding you close all through the night.

 

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2018

September 26, 2018

For Bio and more information about Colleen and her works visit her page on this site at: Colleen Keller Breuning Poet and Photographer

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