All alone I was as the wind on the sea.
Riding home across the land.
In the far distance, just over the trees.
The sky was white as the morning seas.
Up above all the light,
The evening was turning into night.
Lower down the red of the day sun shown through.
A blending was causing a purple hue.
Ripples in color of each of these,
Never before so much to see.
The brightness was something to see.
The work of beauty will soon be all gone.
Was this a wonder only seen by me?
Or was this a blessing?
Being sent on it's way here?
But shared not viewed alone.
2-06-2007
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