Burnt Orange Skies
All day the sun hid behind the clouds
grey skies swirled with wisps of snow
and sometimes cold spring showers
and as the day descended to the night
after a long day spent driving and thinking
listening to the music of my
past lives
past ties
past lies
I found a way to reconcile the pain of their loss
each of them
all of them
one of them only
who walked away in some unknown anguish
to teach me a lesson
I didn’t want to know.
I’ve felt this burnt orange sky
linger on my eye
for many long days.
How exquisitely beautiful
this pain of living
I hoped to dance
I hope you dance