Above The Sunset Sky


Above the sunset sky
she spreads her wings to fly,
borne on the winds of wishes
that would not be denied.
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And then I see below,
the burning bitter glow,
of scenes she did not paint,
pain only she could know.
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An ancient book of prayer,
a candle burning where
she took her last lone breath,
with no one left to care.
.
Her life seemed much too long,
none left to sing her song,
at last her book is closed,
she's home, her journey's done.
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David Chiasson