Alone I watch the sunset,
Amidst it’s crimson rays,
There’s something I can learn yet,
In these tumbling of days,
And sister crow is cawing,
But her feathers are too black,
It causes this withdrawing,
And I don’t think I’ll be back,
Cause the path is an illusion,
I don’t know where it leads,
But I know it’s the conclusion,
And what my spirit needs.

JDoyle