A faded crimson shadowing my world
Valor or fear, what shades it, wonder.
Rising from the setting blaze
Rays on pearly grass, while I stare in daze.
For what appears to sink away
Resembles and reminds of the rising day.
Uncertainty fills the breeze
Like the coldness in which I breathe.
Not knowing of what may come
A day bright or a chilly night, Oh! Which turn.
As a cuckoo drifts over my head
Flapping the wings of dreams to the horizon ahead.
A flight of certainty among the hazy undefined
To a new start leaving the clouds of 'doubt' behind.
Soon,from that destined horizon, will mark the appearing
Of a story that morphosis the setting into a new beginning.