Memories of Green

Today has past
and twilight chases dawn out of the sky
red with haste as it passes by
the sky saddens with blue
look how today flew
tired, worn, and withered bones
full of lonely memories of home
and wishing I could lay down sleep
but I can only try not to weep
I lay back
in beams of light through haze
shadows creeping
the day is dead

 

(based on a dream)