Each memory a star

At days end when time flies and sun sits low

In crimson skies and blood red stained gives way to black

He thinks of her and years of love come flooding in

From loves first flush to darker days

But always light with golden rays and hope and joy

Illuminate and feeding, green shoots blossom bright

And smiling, eyes closed he embraces

Each vision clear as days gone by and into nothing slow he slips

a burning sun quenched in swirling seas of time

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