The Next Sunrise

The Next Sunrise by Jack A.S. Dunce The days appear to slow down to a crawl, Or is it just the days are passing by? Alone on a lone orchid by the wall, along a river that has run dry The moon, tonight, will wear her new face With the hope she enchants as before A plea from the past for one last embrace There is no going back anymore The touching vigil of the morning star A beacon for this final voyage to the great blue beyond that comes ajar as dawn comes for those who seek passage The skies bleed red before the sun comes out to sympathize with those to be lost The sun, then, blooms the sky blue all throughout A parting memory worth such dire cost ©️pgmr *Inspired by how bees die