â€˜Neath the pink sky with clouds a parting,
atop the ridge that wind does kiss,
where leaves fall like memories departing,
I stand awaiting potential bliss.
The wind whispers to move along,
as leaves are blown to guide my way,
yet cautious of what lies beyond,
I stand to wait for the coming day.
Your ghost anchors my feet, so still,
with chains of disbelief,
uncertain this venture might fulfill,
I stand with hope, now sheathed.
The rising sun kisses my face,
reveals the life that thrives ahead,
with hope restored by warm embrace,
I walk in trust, though aimless I tread.