This is a poem of loss and regret. Many of us will always remember a love that we let get away. It is all part of the life experience.
Under Orange and Purple Skies
I watch in glorious amazement
At all the colors of the sky
The reds, oranges, and purples
Create illusions up on high
Like the work of the impressionist
Though a sunset is nothing new
The twilight of the moment
All in swirls and colorful hues
The winds of time blow in my ear
Like the words of a lovers call
My favorite time to listen
Is in the Springtime or in the fall
Like a guiding hands of a painter
Against the pallet of the sky
The beauty of the twilight
I can see heaven with my eyes
I let imagination wander
Until I can see the vision of you
Your hair as dark as the midnight
And your eyes of ocean blue
You were once my lover
I thought you would stay with me
Now I know the lesson
Life is not always as it seems
The winds bring back memories
Angry words and you crying tears
One loses track of time
When the days turn into years
I watch the twilight colors
As they melt into the sky
A prisoner of my memories
I know part of me has died