Under Amber and Crimson skies

Under amber and crimson skies waiting for the night arise.
Eagerly seeking evenings star lace blanket to envelop a days struggles.
Burdens flee before her chilling winds chased away like burning desert sands.
In the still before darkness singing begins a prayer for simple living things.
Waiting wanting a will to rise seeking hope in worlds revealed in night skies.
Hidden by days furnace lit skies relinquished under a lunar reflections before these eyes.
Hopeful each bears less strife opening hope if traveling there each night.
Heaven found not on earth but on a myriad of worlds us surround.
Seeking hope amid the hopeless guiding those to which we are bound.
Under amber and crimson skies waiting for the night to arise.
WAM

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