Twilight in mid-December finds me lost
Two-thousand feet above the sea
In the rolling hills of an Appalachia
Touched by frost
Where a blue sky fades to lavender and pink

As the sun fades behind this mountain
Blushing clouds touch a moon much steadier than me
A chill runs down my aching spine when
Tiny, blurring beacons of light
On this chill-filled December night
Remind me that this is no dream

She paints the loveliest depiction
Of a fading sun in a purple sky
As the rumble of thunder cries out in the distance
And a lonesome tear slips from my eye

It becomes obvious he is there to greet her
With assumingly warm arms spread open wide
Thunder claps once more
As my angels sing in this darkening sky

I pray she has a front row seat
To his show between magenta clouds
As Heaven's gates part welcomingly
For she is home, with him, now


© krystlereisler